Him

Chapter 32

9 August, Monday.

Wesley's POV

I slowly gain back my conscious and find myself tied on a chair uphill with my mouth wrapped in duct tape. I blink slowly as my proper sight crawls back into my eyes to study my surroundings. I am in the woods. But the woods are not as clustered and creepy as normal woods usually look. The clouds are viciously dark and  rumbling with anger.

I notice a cottage downhill. It's the only shelter out here and it looks like it's been standing there, lonely, for ages. I try to wiggle myself off the chair and my attempt to escape  is interrupted by an obnoxiously piercing laughter. I turn my head around to find the source of the horrid laughter and my intestines tie into a knot.

'Look who we have here. Wakey wakey loverboy' his rusty voice stings my ears terribly and I glare straight through his eyes right into his soul.

It's OB.

I shall resemble no fear. I grab the bull by the horns and kill it dead before I  let it defeat me.

He rips the tape brutally off my mouth and a breath laced with fury escapes my lips.

'Oh Oh. What a temper we've got there' he traces his reeking fingers on my cheek and I jerk my face away.

'I thought we got rid off your bloody ass already' I gnash. He laughs sinisterly.

That damn defying laughter.

'How cute. No really, it's adorable how you seem to have misinterpreted my name. One Bullet. Meaning I kill with just one bullet, not die by one. Get that straight' his horrible eyes are gazing awfully at me, like a lion spotting it's yummy prey. I scoff.

'I am not scared of you OB. In fact I am sure we both can agree that you would've done the world a big favor by dying!'

'True' he walks round me in a defying and patronizing manner. 'Very true indeed. But, you see, thing with me is I don't do favors. They don't have remuneration. That's a free tip for you if you wish to be a successful and real man. Not the weak little mouse that you are. Besides, I don't owe the world anything' I try wiggling myself harder  off the chair again but whatever he has tied me with  just doesn't budge.

'Oops, the time bomb seems to be ticking'

'Untie me now OB!' I command, my patience wearing thin. God save his poor soul and make sure I don't get my hands on him or else it's gonna get messy.

'Hush hush. Look at how  pretty you are when mad' he leans in to my face and I spit at him and that triggers him.

'Wrong move' before I can even blink, a stinging sensation runs through my blood as the whole section of my right temple and cheek is slit with a knife. I grumble in agony but try my best to keep the sound contained. The pleasure he will get from hearing me wail in pain will roast the very last bar of ego and pride I have.

'I will ensure to make you suffer. You think you can take my life and get away with it? What a clown you are to think that I would let you sleep and live peacefully after that. I want your soul to be slowly infiltrated by darkness, depression, misery and despair. That will be a brutal life sentence for you and trust me, it will be pleasant for me to watch. And guess what? Eventually, you will die...a slow...painful...miserable death! And after that, you will find me waiting for you in your afterlife, to make that too an eternal nightmare for you' he says coldly and for some reason sends a split shiver down my spine. But I rub it off.