KILL THIS LOVE | JENLISA

Chapter 120

Jennie

Overwhelmed with adrenaline and fear; without thinking, I lunged for the weapon with my free hands, catching Lisa by surprise. Not that it mattered. Before I could even as much as touch the hilt of the knife, Lisa was up and backed away from me. Tears welled up in my eyes, the one probable shot I had at freedom, I blew it with impulsive thinking.

The sound of Lisa clicking her tongue soon entered my ears like a death omen. The amusement on her face had only heightened with my little attempt. But something was different about her face, it seemed more.. more.. manic.

"Little girls shouldn't play with sharp objects." Lisa chided mockingly, swivelling the knife between her fingers for me to see. "But..." her cool tone send goose bumps running down my skin, her eyes growing more sordid by the second. "If you really do want to play, I can help you."

Lisa inched forwards slowly, diabolically. She disappeared behind me like before, returning a few minutes later. She had a small stool in her grasp, that she placed right in front of me.

My eyes flickered from the stool back to Lisa's in confusion, when she suddenly gripped my right wrist. I hissed at the harsh manoeuvre, working to put in all of my strength into resisting her.

She was peering right into my eyes, as she placed my hand, palms-down, on the stool, my fight not affecting her in the least. She then spread my fingers apart, almost into a jazz-hands position. It was only when I saw Lisa holding my hand out with her right hand, while clutching the knife in the other, that I finally connected the dots.

A horror-filled shriek left my lips. "No, no, no, please, Lisa, no." I pleaded miserably, the tears finally beginning to run down my cheeks like a water faucet. The blade of the knife suddenly fell onto the space beside my pinky finger.

Lisa smirked, "You have to count, Ruby Jane."

"Please... Lisa, no, please." I'd only just begun begging hysterically, before I had to cut myself off from the shock of the knife stabbing the wooden space between my pinky and my ring finger.

"Count, or I'll do it for you, Ruby Jane."

But I was too stunned to say or do anything.

"Fine." Lisa announced, "2," The knife drove into the space between my ring and my middle finger. "3", followed by space between my middle and my pointer finger; finishing with my pointer and my thumb as she said "4".

I was positive I could hear my own heartbeat.

"1,2,3,4." Lisa repeated again, this time a smidge faster than the previous time. And again. And again, and again. Her counting got faster every sequence, and with it, the speed of the knife. At one point, I couldn't even see the knife with how quick the movement was.

The sixth time she repeated the action, the knife nicked me in the cuticles of three different fingers, making me yelp with the sting. Then the tip of the blade sliced into the sides of my fingers, my knuckles, covering my whole hand and the surface of the stool with little splatters of blood within ten minutes.

I screamed and cried at the toe curling pain, gnashing my teeth together in pure agony. When Lisa was done, she let go of my hand, watching me retract it back at the speed of light, using my other one to wipe at the blood and put pressure on the tiny little punctures that ran all the way down to my knuckles.

My face was a mess, my nose running and mouth raw from all the screaming. When I looked up in a blur of tears, I saw that Lisa was sitting on the stool, mere centimetres away from my face.

"What was it again? A criminal psychology project?" Lisa's face remained tranquil, but her voice held nothing but contempt as she jeered. "You wanted to observe me, know everything there is to a murderer. You wanted to know all I would feel as I racked up a plaything. The victim, you call it. You wanted to know every last, nitty-gritty detail of how the victim suffered before I granted them their tragic death."

Lisa pulled her body in a little closer, if that was possible, so much that her forehead was a fraction away from resting on mine.

"Now you know, Ruby Jane."