48 | Irony

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Dante I am like a wild predator hunting down its prey. If there is one part of the job I enjoy the most, it's the thrill of the occasional chase. I have never chased down a woman before but I have to admit I am reveling in the dynamic. Elliott was insistent on her not being in any real danger, and the thrill comes from the fact that she doesn't know that. The dramatic irony gives me glee. The audience would be biting their nails the same way Eloise must be right now if this was a stage production. I look around the little hunting cabin; hooks for the corpses of animals like deer and moose hang from the rafters in the ceilings, blood stains the floors and the walls, and there are knives, cleavers, and mallets hanging on a metal-mounted rack. I anticipate Eloise looked in here, got scare

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