The Flowers

The scent hit her full force as she walked into her small apartment. Her blood ran cold as she saw the cause of the cloying smell. Every available surface was covered in roses. Hundreds and hundreds of roses.

A room full of beautiful roses would have been a welcome sight to come home to for most women. Unfortunately for Carly they had an altogether more sinister meaning.  They had been her favorite flower until he had managed to twist them into something ugly. Now she couldn't even stand the sight of them. And the smell, underneath the overwhelmingly sweet scent, was something dark, and rotten.
The sight of the dark, almost blood red blooms forced a memory to surface begging to be relived.
She had only just graduated from college and was looking for a job to support herself.  She hadn't expected very much. Maybe just a waitress gig but then he found her. He was handsome and charming, and best of all he made her an offer she couldn't refuse.
He ran an exclusive delivery service. All she had to do was deliver a letter, along with a single red rose. He had never told her what was in the letters but what harm could it do?
She had worked for him for a year and a half before she realized what was really going on. Every person she delivered to ended up brutally murdered. 
When she'd confronted him he had merely said it wasn't her job to question things and told her to get back to work. She had refused, of course. How could she do it knowing what she did now? He reminded her that her contract wasn't up and that there would be consequences for breaking it, but she had been too horrified to care.
When her cat turned up mutilated a few days later she knew he had been behind it but, just like her claims about the deliveries, nobody had believed it. After that, she ran.
She moved to a new city, changed her name and even changed her look in the hopes that now she would be safe.
Bringing herself back to the present, she saw the white envelop with the words For you written across the front sitting on the table and opened it with shaking fingers. Inside was a folded piece of paper which she unfolded with mounting horror.

Her body was discovered two weeks later laying face down among hundreds of dead roses, seemingly strangled from behind still clutching a blank page in her cold fist.