Rawest Venom

Past poisons veracious passions
Dating life is deadly in Gnarled Pine Hollow.
Especially when all of my men end up mutilated, their parts delivered to my doorstep. Eyes track my every move.
And then there’s the masked man chasing me through the park, forcing my terrified screams to turn into tantalizing sighs. Are they all connected?
Drawn into some type of game, I feel I’m being herded into a trap.
Like a cat and a mouse…
Yet which of us is which?