The True Enemy

Seduction of the Innocent - Part 2

Chapter VII

The arrow from her crossbow was sent flying through the air in the blink of an eye. Emily dared not to stare directly ahead as the bolt hit its mark. Though the sound of its contact made her sick deep inside, worse than anything she had ever felt, the sound of the body falling on the floor didn't help either.

She turned away in horror over what she had done; trying not to cry out loud, even though no-one would hear her. The tears continued to fall; after all, she had never killed anyone before. The pain that she felt was almost too much for her to bear all on her own.

But nevertheless, she had done what was asked of her, she would be set free, released from this hell of a prison. She forced herself to not look at the boy's body as she would be instantly reminded of what she had done and the devastation that she had caused. But it was pointless; she broke, and fell down on her knees in a rage, with tears falling from her face down her cheeks.

"....I..................I'm so, so, sorry Barry.................I................I had no choice........." She sobbed quietly to herself, her cries muffling what little sound came out.

Just on cue, her phone began to ring, that menacing, relentless ringing that she had come to fear, and she couldn't escape it. It had to be answered.

"......It's done....."

"........"

"......It's done......he's dead......"

"......."

"....why won't you answer me? I did what you wanted me to do...."

"Not entirely."

"IT'S FUCKING DONE GODDAMMIT! HE'S DEAD! AND I'M SURE YOU ARE ABLE TO SEE THAT THROUGH ONE OF THESE GOD DAMN FUCKING CAMERAS!"

"I don't think you remember our little chat Emily."

"YOU WANTED ME TO KILL HIM, I DID! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?"

"I said for that person to suffer, to taste their own medicine, to feel what their victims felt. You did not follow these very clear instructions."

Emily had lost it, she had strained her voice so much that she could no longer yell, all that came out was a cowardly sob.

"I'm not like him, or you. I'm not a murderer."

"I think that body behind you begs to differ."

That last phrase had stumped Emily, she 'had' murdered someone, she 'was' a killer.

"Now, I want you to say it."

"Say what?"

"That you are a murderer"

"Why?"

"Say it."

"No, I won't play your games anymore."

"SAY IT!"

Emily had nowhere to go; he had her boxed in, not physically, but mentally. She had no choice left but to co-operate.

"....I.......I am a......."

The last word was hanging on Emily's mind, she couldn't bear herself to say it, but somehow, it slipped out.

"..murderer....."

"That's much better, now that we all are on the same page, we can continue. Seeing as you didn't make him suffer, I want you to dismember him, limb from limb."

Emily was too stunned at what was just said to reply, not wanting to anyway. She just sat there and stared blankly, into a blank space.

"No response, no, bitched up aggression towards me, good, you're learning."

Emily had nothing to say, she had become just an empty shell.

"Now, I want you to take his knife and dismember him, as a lesson to others, and to you. You understand?"

Knowing that he could clearly see her through the cameras, all she did was nod. It was too traumatising to speak, not even a yes or no.

"Good, I'll be going now, but don't go running off, just remember that I am watching you and everything that you do."

And with that last word he hung up and the phone dropped dead silent. Emily just sat there on her knees, clutching the phone in her hand, as if she was frozen in place.