I met up and had consensual sex with a serial killer. And he tried to kill me.

The detective across from me tells me I'm going through post traumatic stress syndrome, but I'm finding that a bit difficult to believe. All I am is a girl who fell for the wrong guy; a girl who would do anything to be in a dangerous situation with an incredibly confident, attractive, sexy man she trusts. We met online and have been talking for a long time, and after I got what I thought was ultimately my dreams becoming reality, it turns out it's my worst nightmare come true. I may have gotten more than what I bargained for, but I also believe he made my fantasies an actuality.

Do we really know the people we meet online? This story will make you think twice about every word you use to strangers on the internet, and rethink everything they say to you.