𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

41 | A Tissue, A Tissue, They All Fall Down

Y/N

I'll be honest right now, I have no fucking idea what Priya has up her sleeve. I know that she's always been one step ahead of us and that we've always been the ones to chase her, but I know that she'll run into a dead end eventually.

You see, the cops have a warrant for her arrest and she's on the run. It won't be long until they find her and when they do she will be imprisoned for life. Being in prison for life is worse than dying. But she has too much pride to kill herself, she wouldn't do that unless she had an audience, if she did it as a parting gift to the world.

I know that sounds overly theatrical and over the top but think about it. She's stringing us all along with text messages about games, leaving us notes, breaking into our houses and teasing us to our faces. There's a fine line between dead and alive and she's dancing on that line like a fucking tightrope.

Downstairs was pretty easy to scope out. Majority of it was large open spaces like the foyer, living room and large kitchen. There were a few rooms I had to check however and that's where I heard the ever so quietly clatter of glass behind the bathroom door.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, preparing myself for what could be on the other side. I knew that whoever was behind the door was alive because of the sound, but who's to say it wasn't multiple people?

As I reached forward and grabbed the door handle gently, I heard Priya's voice from the other side.

"Come in," she called out calmly.

When I entered the bathroom I was met face to face with a scenario I never would have expected to encounter. Let alone encounter this tonight of all times. Priya was resting her head on the tiled wall behind her, submerged in a luxurious porcelain bathtub with lit tea light candles along the adjacent sink.

She opened her eyes and smiled, telling me to 'come take a seat' and that I was welcome to join her. I closed the door behind me curiously, confused as to why she had taken it upon herself to run a bath.

"What the fuck is going on?" I spat.

"You know, you're awfully uptight for someone who appears to be so easy going in conversation," she said swishing her hand along the top of the water, smelling like whatever aromatic bath product she had found to pour into it.

"And you're awfully calm for someone who's about to die, I asked you a fucking question," I retorted, copying her tone of voice.

"I have a death wish Y/N. You of all people would know that, you're not a dumb girl. If you don't kill me now, your pretty little boyfriend will. And if he doesn't then I'm sure the police will when they find me. I thought I would just treat myself to a last minute bout of relaxation," she smiled to herself.

"Where's Robyn and Oliver?" I said bluntly, pointing my gun towards her and glaring down.

I'll be honest, it was hard to keep a straight face whilst threatening a naked woman. And I admit, she had a good body from what I caught a glimpse of underneath the hazy water. Fuck, Y/N focus.

"I thought I trusted you Y/N... I thought you were going to be my protégé and learn everything I could ever possibly wish to teach you. You were my discovery, my special girl," she sighed, ignoring my question about the two people that mattered right now.

"I did learn from you. And I used that against you," I spat.

"You took what I gave you and you ran with it. You broke my heart, you hurt me Y/N. You really hurt me by turning your back on me like that. Why would you do something like this to me?" She whined, turning her head towards me and pouting slightly.

"Because you broke into my home? Because you threatened my partner once you saw a photo of him in my fucking living room?!" I scoffed.

"I was protecting you. I knew you better than you knew yourself Y/N. I was letting you grow, I was making you into the perfect woman and then he came back into the picture. I never understood what I did wrong for you to run back to Thomas. He isn't good for you. He doesn't care for you like I do," she said sitting up.

This was weird. She was sitting up straight in the bathtub so her chest was now out of the water and the soapy suds were dripping down her torso. I really just didn't want to look at her whatsoever.

"You don't care for me at all Priya! You send me a few emails a week as my colleague. We don't even know each other!" I exclaimed.

"I don't know you? Oh really? I know everything about you Y/N, I know your coffee order and your favourite movie you watch when you're upset. I know the underwear you wear when you go on a first date and I know what shampoo you use. I know every single man you slept with after you broke up with that bastard Tom Holland, I watched every one of them walk into your house and treat you half as well as I would have treated you," she scowled.

"You watched me? What the fuck are you talking about?" I said with a clenched jaw and my hands gripping my gun tightly.

I moved towards her just a few steps, using every fucking inch of my will power to not just put a bullet in her brain to stop her fucking talking. Was this just a tactic to get inside my head? Was she fucking with me so that I'd remember her long after she died?

"You think I'd hire someone I didn't trust? I always watch my staff when I hire them. I could watch you at any second of the day with the click of an app on my phone... Then I remove the cameras after about two weeks and let you live your life. But I wanted to watch you forever. You were my favourite movie, my favourite show. Then I watched you go to that casino and I saw him follow you there. I watched you screw him. I saw you hold his cock like it was a missing fucking jigsaw piece in your life and I saw you kiss him like he was air and you were drowning. And ever since that night I knew I had lost you for good. I knew that he had you and I didn't," she explained.

It's only one quick movement of my arm and I could just shoot her right now in the head. It would be easy. She's unarmed, she's completely naked and she's vulnerable. I should kill her. I should just do it.

"I saw you go to that carnival. I watched you risk your life for him even though you claimed to still hate him. I remember texting you asking where you were whilst I was parked only metres away from you, watching you type back a lie. I knew you travelled back and forth from Wakefield prison and I knew that someone would only sacrifice themselves that much for one thing and one thing only; love. You loved him and you didn't love me and it fucking ate me alive to know that. I knew I couldn't have you and I wanted to burn his house to the bloody ground because of it," she continued.

I really want to shoot her.

"I loved you Y/N and you never even realised," she said softly, looking up at me as I walked slowly towards the bathtub. Crouching down I became face to face with her, looking into her eyes with pure rage.

I should just shoot her right now.

She doesn't deserve a proper response from me. She doesn't deserve a triumphant monologue about why she did what she did, justifying everything for the one sole reason of being a psychopath. Trust me, I've dealt with a lot of psychopaths in my life and most of the time I've done the same thing to get them out of my life.

I killed them.

"Just shoot me, tell me you love me just this once and put me out of my misery," she said quietly.

"But that would be a lie," I said bluntly, almost emotionless like I was a robot programmed to respond. Priya doesn't deserve the easy way out. She also doesn't deserve a death with many details on how I did it. So here's how I did it, with as little detail as possible; just to show how little I care about her.

I simply outstretched my arms, gripped her neck and knelt over the tub whilst I submerged her head underneath the water. Of course she struggled at first, thrashing around in the lukewarm water as she clawed at my forearms. I squeezed tighter, I pushed further, I tried harder. Despite her nails digging into my skin and cutting into my flesh desperately, I remained poised and focused, holding her head underneath the water until she stopped moving.

And she did.
She stopped moving.
She stopped breathing entirely.