Limbo [h.s]

17

Chapter 17 - Isabel's POV 

"Your boyfriend has 12 minutes to come and rescue you, otherwise I get you all to myself" I taunt the helpless boy tied up in front of me.

I just can't help myself, the way he keeps trying to wriggle his way out of the chains like they're going to fall off his lanky body at some point and the look on his face when I speak to him is just too funny for me not to feel some sort of excitement.

I try to hold myself back from talking this much when I'm on the job ever since an there was an incident I think around about two years ago, where I got caught because I was blabbering on too much in an alley way or something like that, but then again I don't really kidnap people to use them as bait either, so I'll guess I can let this one slide for tonight.

Two years back sounds like a life time ago.

I've grown up so much since then. I know it sounds cheesy, but I really think I've improved for the better, well I mean improvement for my line of work anyway not the emotional side of things, I'm still a ticking time bomb in that department.

My combat skills are beyond comparable to how they were a couple of years ago and that's saying something because I was very fucking good back then and my knife tricks have taken a turn for the better, I've also learnt a thing or two about my kinks with them, that wasn't that surprising though.

I also discovered the actual use for shower heads, highly recommend every woman gets into a personal relationship with one. Those things work wonders, and the best part is they don't talk, it's fantastic.

I'm getting side tracked, focus Isabel.

I walk closer to the freezer towards the back of the basement and unlock the bolts that keep the contents sealed inside. The solid door squeaks like it would in some sort of horror movie adding to the tension in the air, that's kinda ironic.

I walk inside and I'm instantly hit with the sudden coldness making my skin irrupt in goose bumps. The smell has subsided dramatically thanks to the candles I placed around the concealed room, but the odour still somehow made its way up my nose and coats my throat making me gag on the sudden taste of rotting flesh also known as Beth.

I take a deep breath and try to focus on anything else other than the nausea that makes me want to throw up and leave this freezer as quickly as possible.

I walk in deeper and take my time in cutting off a piece of what I was looking for, once it separates from the rest of her body I catch myself smiling. I really shouldn't be enjoying this this much but the tingling sensation I get underneath my skin while doing this is just too addicting to stop.

I walk back out holding the body part in my hands behind my back and stride back over towards the chair with a wicked smirk plastered on my face. I focus on the look on his face as I hold the piece of flesh out front of him.

Hescreams.