Dressed For Death

CHAPTER 22

JULIETTE

I was sitting in the passenger seat of Henry's car, looking out the window. Dissociating from the harsh reality that I fucking hated with my whole being.

Henry was kind enough to drop me back at my house after Hayden and I's fight. I tried to deny his offer, but I eventually caved. Henry just needed to run some errands at his house before dropping me off.

Once arrived at his house, I opened the car door and asked him if I could use his bathroom. He indicated to me where it was and I followed his directions.

I thought I opened the right door to his bathroom, but I was incredibly wrong. I retained my gasp and I entered a dark room with no windows. The only source of light was the one coming from the hallway.

A shaky hand covered my mouth and nose to block the foul smell that was circulating in the room. My eyes widened as I saw all the ripped faces of all the victims lined up on his wall like they were his damn trophies.

I was going to throw up. Henry was the serial killer and he's been hiding just under our nose.

Shit, shit, shit! Of course, it was just my luck that I was currently in his house in the room where he stored all of his trophies. I took out my phone from my purse and nearly dropped it because of how badly my hands were shaking.

I was about to dial the police when I felt his presence behind me. "You were not supposed to see that, Juliette" He scolded me like a child.

I turned around and took a step back from him. He only smirked like it was funny to watch me act this way. Like his fucking prey that he was about to kill.

"H-Henry, if you let me go, I promise I won't say anything" My vision blurred and he shook his head.

"I can't leave a witness behind and you've seen me once already. I can't allow to give you a second chance to run away" He told me with a frown and I choked on my sob.

"Please don't do this" I cried, but it was like he was deaf. He approached me with large strides and I tried to run from him, but he caught me by the waist before I could even reach the doorframe.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way" that was the last thing I heard before something hit me at the back of my head and knocked me out.

A few hours later...

A pounding headache was the first thing that I noticed when I regained consciousness. I tried to rub my temples, but my hands were tied to the chair and so were my ankles.

Panic was beginning to rise inside of me despite my best efforts to keep my calm. It was useless, I was trapped and there was no way out.

I tried to slip my wrist to slide them off the ropes. I figured that it would lead me nowhere, even if I dislocated my thumbs since the ropes were tied too tightly around my wrists.

My ankles were another story, I could try my best to lift the chair backward and free my legs, but the chances of falling on the concrete were far too high and I couldn't risk having another concussion right now.

I was analyzing all the ways I could free myself from this situation and made a mental list of all the possibilities.

Just as I was examining another thing, the basement door brutally opened and loud footsteps made the steps crack under the pressure. My breath caught in my throat as I saw Henry descend the stairs with something in his hand.