Murder and Me

Murder and Me chapter 2

I can't stop thinking about it. A week has passed and I can still not forget what I saw that night. Was it just my imagination? Was it all just a dream? Maybe it wasn't, it doesn't sound like a dream, it didn't look like a dream, it looked like a real moment. It's so weird, I keep making dreams about that scene, not nightmares. Romantic dreams...but Why? Do I feel attracted to him? Do I feel like I want to see him again? No, that's dangerous! If he sees me again he might end up killing me for real this time. But I didn't care, I don't even know his name so why should I look for him? I'll just keep trying to forget about that handsome man...I guess. Me, a sixteen year old girl named Jessica, attracted to a murderer?! That's crazy and impossible! I can't believe such a thing, it just makes no sense!

This time is a real problem. I had a dream last night about that night again and it was...pretty erotic. Me and this killer were in a dark place, talking about this and that but then, he grabbed my waist, pulled me closer and kissed me. I kissed him back and didn't want this moment to stop, it really looked real! But I have to forget about this...I have to forget about him.

Many days passed, almost two Hundred days I think and I still can't remember his face and all that happened. This is it, I'll go look for him. I grabbed my bag, my jacket and sneaked out of the house. I didn't want my dad to know I'm going out in the middle of the night to go meet the criminal who killed many people in this town just to say hi! I opened my room window and jumped out of it, lucky for me, the ground wasn't that high. I leaned on my two feet and ran the fastest I could. I ran the time I needed to be in another street from mine, neighbors would have recognized me. I knew something was off by the way I took to get back in that dark alley, I knew I was close to it just by the atmosphere there was. I was kinda nervous to see what would happen if I saw him again because, He told me he would come and find me to kill me if I told anyone about what I saw. Would that mean he would kill me if he sees me again?

I was lost in thoughts while walking on my way to meet him again, but then I felt a hand with a cloth on it. Someone was right behind me that was for sure. The smell of the cloth was really strong, so strong it made me fall asleep immediately. I tried to fight back but the person who was behind me pulled me close and blocked my arms to my sides so I couldn't move anymore, he was strong as hell. I tried to scream but was unable to. He dragged me to a dark place, a basement I think. I woke up in it, scared for my life. I was tied up to a chair, arms tied together behind my back, ankles tied with the chair and a cloth around my mouth so I couldn't scream and one on my eyes to be unable to see anything. Strange noises were ringing, footsteps above my head, that's how I knew it was in a basement or an underground place. I was in the middle of this tiny room, panicking, breathing heavily. Tears running down my cheeks through the wet cloth, were falling off on my shirt, running down my chin from fear. The footsteps stopped and the door opened. Someone was coming near me. He took off my blindfold to let me see what was going on and that's when I saw him, standing right in front of me, crossing his arms on his chest. The look in his eyes was scary and so unsure. My tears stopped when my eyes widened in shock to see him. Green vivid eyes, brown fluffy hair, pale skin tone, big hands and a muscular body. He was taller than me and all those characteristics made my heart skip a beat. Was he the man that kidnapped me?