One Hundred Fifty

23 - Turn Off the Lights

Her tears fall as his touch became harsh which made her jaw feel a tingling pain as if it was getting dislocated. She screamed in pain, in helplessness but his ash gray eyes didn't waver. His deep voice sent a whisper into her ear that made her sob harder.

"Shut up. You said you love me. You do right?" He said looking straight into her eye. The psychotic tone drives her crazy, she suddenly wants that gripped in her jaw to be pressed harder just to check if this is the reality.

Slowly he let go of her jaw and shift to caressing her cheeks as if she were a gentle piece of cloth.

"You do, Andrea, right?" He repeated.

She clenched her jaw now in pain, "I would if you weren't just a mad ass collecting human parts of your girlfriends! How am I supposed to trust y– ah!" Her sob became harder as a punch came in her guts that made her almost puke. Andrea's eyes were once delicate now puffy from the beating, her natural blush is too red to be natural, and her lips are bruised not because of kissing him senselessly but with a cut from his punches.

He would punch her until she says she loves him but she can't after finding out...

"Ha..." He breathed out with a tone of surrender and looked at him straight in the eyes, his gray eyes she had always loved to stare at before, but now as it's covered with memories of the apparel of women's skin, hair, nails, make her want to sob more and kill the man she once loved.

He was groping her arms that slides down to her waist, she was tied and knelt, he made her sit astride him, she cried as she felt how he ran his palms on her waist, the thing he does back when they were once in a fairytale.

"Among those girls..." He said and his other arms cupped her cheeks gently. "You're the one I love the most." He said and claimed her lips.

She whimpered, she felt dirty being kissed by him. And his words didn't send her butterflies in her stomach but a pang in her chest, a loud heartbeat, escaping her. Being called by the one he loves the most doesn't sound good but terrifying.

"Because of that, I'll give you a chance to live, my love." He said slowly while fixing her hair looking at her with the same adore he did back then.

His hands softly reached for her hands at the back and untie her, and her feet are released. He made her stand up but her blank eyes don't even want to blink. She doesn't have the energy, nor the hope to move. She knows she's a lump of dead meat before she even takes ten steps away from him.

He mischievously pasted a smile in his name and waved an old model phone in front of her. "Let's play love. We call this hide and seek. I'll call the police, do your best. Don't let me find you."

"N-no... You're lying."

"I'm giving you a chance here darling." He said and dialed some numbers and gives her the phone.

"Hello, Glasscow Police Central, how may I help you?"

"Hello! Hello!" She sobs harder. "P-please help me, I was kidnapped, I'm at the 1st Ave Street of Marino, a wooden white house b-beside a playground, p-please help me, he's about to kill me."

"Okay miss, please calm down. What's your name?"

"A-Andrea." Her eyes shifted to the boy in front of him putting down his finger as if he were counting down.

"Okay, what did he do to you?"

"H-he raped me, he punches m-me, he's gonna kill me!" She sobs harder and almost stumbles down.

"Do you know him, Andrea?"

"Y-"

He suddenly snatch the phone away from her grasp as she gasped and tremble. "Times up."