Wicked Games

5-Reid

Chapter Five | Reid

"Let me the fuck out of here!" Eliana yells in the soundproof basement. Her shouts only bounce from wall to wall until it dwindles into nothing, and I laugh, watching her tied up and helpless. "You fucking drugged me! Who keeps that shit on their bedside table?"

I recall the moment I took her by surprise and stopped her from attempting to kill me, although I was awake, I knew she was struggling. I'd anticipated her arrival so, drugging her up was always my plan to get her down in the basement peacefully.

"An assassin, Eliana. A good one at least." I smirk and watch her nostrils flare while she continues to pull against the restraints. "You think I'm stupid enough to leave my door wide open? I knew you were going to show up, Eliana. You've always been a little predictable, well at least to me anyway." I shrug, walking over to a table where all my weapons are laid out.

I pick up a knife and begin to sharpen it with another.

"You've killed thousands of people, little butterfly. Why is it that you're struggling to kill me?" I look over my shoulder and raise a brow.

"Why's it so fucking hot in here?" Eliana gasps for air, a sheet of sweat forming on her face, and her chest.

"There are some things that Baker never trained us for. Like how to cope with such temperatures like this and survive." I informed her, breathing just fine because King taught me how to survive a lot of situations that could save my life. "I've turned the heat up in here, it was getting a little cold." I taunt, watching her struggle for breath.

"If you're gonna kill me, then fucking do it."

I tut and turn to face her, taking slow steps until I'm standing in front of where she is sitting on the metal chair that is probably burning up as much as she is. I grab her face harshly, pushing it back and she grits her teeth, trying to keep her cool as I line the knife up against her throat. Her throat bobs up and down as she swallows, and her eyes glare up at me.

"You're going to answer a few questions for me first. Who was your first kill?" Her brows furrow at the question.

"A man." She grits.

"Yes, but who?" I snarl in her face, squeezing her face harder. She doesn't whimper, she doesn't even try to pull away, and it's because she's used to it, and I try to ignore the pang of pain in my chest. "Who did you kill?"

"A fucking man!" I push away from her quite harshly and turn away from her, eyeing up the weapons on the table. They all become a blur and I blink my eyes rapidly because I've never had a problem picking up a weapon and torturing someone with it.

"The pliers don't look too bad. Need a wisdom tooth out anyway." Her snarky comment sounds behind me and I clench my hands together.

She's always had a smart mouth, and it used to get her into a lot of trouble. Too much trouble.

"If you've got some anaesthetic, that would be a bonus." I close my eyes and exhale slowly. "My friends will probably c—"

"Your friends are dead." I storm over to the weapons table and pick up some rope. I make my way back over to Eliana, and this time place myself behind her. I wrap each end of the rope tightly around my wrist and pull hard. "Who did you kill?"

"I was fifteen and traumatised, Reid. I don't fucking know." The way she says my name has my stomach twisting. "You can't expect me to remember when it was over a decade ago."

"You always remember your first kill, Eliana. Who the fuck was it?" I take the rope and hold it against her throat. "Who?"

"Fuck you." I pull the rope tighter against her delicate skin but still give her enough space to breathe. "Clearly I killed someone who means something to you, so why don't you enlighten me?" I begin to strangle her, my hands not steady at all, and this time she does react, kicking her legs out and thrashing her body. I know if her hands were free, she would be able to get out of this easily, but they're not.