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Let's make a bet (chapter 1)

"Right into my trap, my little bunny" the guy infront of me smirks, happy of me being in an dead end of a pretty dark alley. He wears a mask with sunglasses and a beanie, the best way hiding your whole identity.

After running a long time away from him, he brought me into his trap. In fact I brought myself into his trap, he was just happy I ran into it. Completely out of breath I looked at his sunglasses and leaned against the wall.

Standing infront of an serial killer is something for itself, fear filled my body and exhaustion made me weak. If I had the chance to run away, I wouldn't make it.

"Cat got your tongue?" the man infront of me smirks, somehow his voice sounded like it isn't his natural voice. I gulped to get the dry feeling off of my throat in hopes to be able to talk.

"Maybe we continue talk if we at mine? I see your not that motivated right now" he smirks and comes near me. I avoid his touch and go more near the wall "No worries, it will just sting for a short moment" he smirks and comes near me.

What freaked me even more out then already was the sight of a syringe in his right hand, ready to be shot into me. With widened eyes I try to get out of his sight, getting away from him. Before I could run away he caught me at my arm, tossed me back and shot the syringe into my neck.

I winced in pain of the shot and felt the liquid getting into my body and spread in my blood. The panic still existed and my heathy breathing made me after a while dizzy. I blinked multiple times, realizing my sights getting blurry.

"Just a short slumber" the guy whispers to me, I felt my eyes falling shut and my body fall on the floor. I had no strength to get up, speak nor open my eyes. I felt the guy grab my body and take me piggyback before I lost my consciousness.

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I opened my eyes, slowly and weak. The shot almost stole my whole body strength for why I only could do slow movements. I blinked a few times, adjusting my sight to the lightly lit room. I lifted my head and tried to move my limp body, feeling my hands and legs tied up.

I slowly felt the chair under me on which I sit on, hands behind the back tied up and legs together. I sighed, breathing heavily.

"My bunny is finally awake"I heard a voice infront of me say. That's then my body got stiff and goosebumps came. The fear and terror from before came back into my body, the life in me slowly finding itself through the fear.

I widened my eyes, gaining my strength back and looking to the guy infront of me. The same serial killer as before stood infront of me, still hiding his face. My breathing fastened, afraid of the outcome of this meeting.

"You're one of the rare people who don't even try to scream, impressive" the killer complimented me. Scream, something that didn't came into mind. Still not really conscious I try to realize where we are.

The walls build with red bricks, only one lamp above us lighting a warm light into the room. No window to be seen and the smell show that we probably in the underground, in some kind of basement. Him sitting infront of me on a chair like I do.

"What no one sadly now in the world is... that I have good conversations with my victims before their death" the guy infront of me starts to speak. My gaze turned to him and goosebumps came up my spine.

He was clothed completely black and his body showed that he has trained a lot. I took deep breaths to calm myself down.

He is the cause of already 14 deaths in this city, in a time span of 2 months. The police calls it Case B and the society serial killer B, for his brutal killings. All victims were found with extrem wounds, as if they were used as punchbags for the killer.