Burn slow

Chapter 12| Your worst nightmare

This chapter consists of the content close to 16+

P.S. I watched "Scream 6" with Jenna yesterday and that inspired me to write this chapter.

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POV Wednesday

The crowd dissolved and there was almost not a single soul in sight since late evening covered the square with black veil.

- I bet, you missed me, Wednesday.
Tyler's voice was quite and hissing and twisted like a snake:
- I hope you didn't bet your money on that, - I fended off fearlessly. My voice resembled a hoarse roar because of the lack of air in my lungs which burned as hell but it didn't restrict my right hand from sharply pressing Tyler's eye; he groaned. For a second his grip on my throat got loosen but then he slapped me so hard I felt bloody taste flooding my mouth.

One more hit.

My head hit the wall and the old wood panels trembled. My concussed head exploded with ache and I got the feeling like a transparent needle with a thread pierced my both temples going through my head, but I showed no ounce of pain not to give Tyler any cause for joy.
- Okay. Apparently you didn't miss me. But I am already here, - Tyler's hand reached for the strand of my hair and tenderly put it behind my ear. I tried to prevent him but the fingers on my throat clenched tighter so my hands dashed to make an attempt to loosen the grip. Tyler chuckled at my attempts to get myself free and leaned his body forward so his mouth was near my ear. - And I missed you, Wednesday. So much, - the last two words were pronounced in a whisper.

Tyler inhaled heavily smelling my skin and hair. I felt his gross hot breathing on my skin:
- I have always liked your scent. Black Dahlia, quad, and my favourite one - the scent of blood.
- I especially like the scent of blood of my enemies.
- You think you can do something to me? - Tyler smirked but his eyes got widened in irritation. How dare I threaten him?
Tyler turned out to be easily distracted by pointless conversations, and his grip on my throat got slightly weaker. One of my hands was still on Tyler's fingers trying to unclench them but another one was aiming to reach out my pocket knife, so I continued beating around the bush:
- What do you want from me, Tyler?
- Oh, - I felt the chilly wave of excitement scattered over Tyler's body and his eyes sparkled with dark shine. His pressed me with the whole his body. - I want YOU, Wednesday. I want you to suffer, - I scoffed. Suffering was the last thing I could be afraid of. - During all that time they held me in a psychiatric ward I was contemplating on what I will do when I find you. How can I break you?

"Keep talking, idiot", - such thought warmed my frigid soul. My fingers finally felt cold blade of the knife in the pocket:
- And I got to the conclusion that you cannot be broken until you have your dignity, - Tyler's eyes met mine and my body stiffened. I gulped and large tremor spread on every cell in my body. Tyler noticed that and smugly smiled. What did he mean by these words? - Oh, did I manage to frighten you? - Tyler smiled to himself. - Perfect. Because when I put my plan into action, I want to watch horror in your eyes. That will be your worst nightmare.
"That will be me who becomes your worst nightmare", - I silently promised myself and Tyler. My fingers carefully and discreetly pulled my knife out the pocket preparing to use it:
- And it's better not to resist! - Tyler grabbed the knife out of my hand and speared it into the wooden wall of the booth just near my head: - How does it feel like? - Tyler's mouth were near my ear again. I stayed silent not to let the same conversation repeat again. Then I felt Tyler's eyes on my mouth and got paralysed: - I want you to live in horror. To expect me to come after you and do to you something you won't be able to get through.