Wynter's Gambit

Wynter Frost always marched to the beat of her own drum and even her teachers would describe her as odd, or out of sorts. The darker side of her character grew little by little through the years until she reached puberty and began noticing the things that excited her. Certainly, some of those things, like a good set of biceps on a guy, weren’t unusual at all. There were other things, thoughts that she was wise to keep to herself, that were out of the ordinary and more than a little macabre. Something deep in her subconscious warned her that things would come to a bad end if she indulged herself, so she could only envy the freedom that other girls her age enjoyed. When she finally was old enough to strike out on her own, Wynter decided she’d denied herself the pleasures of life for too long. Unfortunately, her first serious boyfriend had resulted in a missing person’s report and her own broken heart. She still remembered the intense yearning she had felt anytime her eyes caught sight of the throbbing veins in his neck. She’d just wanted to see those veins get a little bigger, big enough so that she could trace them with her fingers. As much as she hated to admit it, it still excited her to think about squeezing his neck between her knees and watching his face change from pink to red and from red to purple. She’d been so caught up in that cascade of colors that she’d forgotten that she was playing with a life. Before she knew what had happened, she found herself straddling a lifeless body. While the murder had taught her to indulge in pleasures she never could have imagined, the experience had also taught her that the ecstasy didn’t come without consequences. There was the practical matter of making the body disappear and covering up her involvement with the guy she’d expected to wed. More than that, there was the realization that she could never have a normal relationship and still be true to herself. She could either live her life without the companionship that everyone else sought, or she would have to give up the passions that made her life worth living. It was an acceptable trade-off and Wynter spent years of her life content to explore her darkest interests. She embraced a nomadic lifestyle, moving from place to place without giving much thought to settling down. She loved the freedom of her lifestyle and staying mobile helped her stay a step ahead of the authorities. Everything was perfect. She could indulge her macabre fantasies to her heart’s content and move on when things started to feel too confining. Wynter couldn’t imagine things ever changing...until she arrived in Lighthouse Point and met Demetri Gumb.

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