She opened up her boutique, she had gone to Europe, she was going out dancing at night.

She was taking lots of pictures in post-on social media.

It was a whole new world, she was excited.

She goes, I think somebody is breaking into my Facebook.

I also think somebody is breaking into my house.

She felt like she had a stalker.

I haven't heard from my daughters, and she's okay.

Inside the apartment, there's blood stains on the carpet and blood spatter on the wall.

And she's missing.

And she's missing.

They find a notebook, says I'll have great pleasure tearing her apart.

Here's on your neck, stand up.

I just went, oh my god, you gotta look into this guy.

He was so good at pretending.

He's a monster.

He's like, do you have a suspect?

I said yes, and he said who?

And I said you.

It was the dead of night, and she ran as fast as she could.

Frightened, panicked.

Wearing next to nothing, she climbed over the iron gate,

pounded on the door, and begged for help.

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