Murder and Me

Murder and me, chapter 3.

"Hey there, about time you wake up.'' He says, I automatically recognized him. It was him, the murderer I saw the other day. The men I saw holding a bloody knife, laughing crazily. His face looked familiar from my past memories but from where?

"Hmph!!''

"Right, you can't talk with this in your mouth, but I enjoy seeing you struggle to talk." he chuckled. What did he mean by that? Does that mean he's going to make me struggle to talk? ...Will he hurt me? Will he make me suffer? What will he do..? I tried to untie myself by moving but his ropes were way too strong! What does he want from me! I wanted to go home, I didn't want to be with him anymore, I realized soon enough it was a real bad idea. Why did I do that, what made me do that! What do I have in mind...what is wrong with me! I didn't want to stop moving, I desperately tried to untie myself but every time I did, I failed disappointedly. He stepped closer to me and caressed my hair, I stopped moving for a while. His touch was gentle and cold but still lovable. My breathing became calm and relaxed.

"That's all I needed to do to calm you down a bit? Even though you hate when people caress your hair, you still let me do it..." He said firmly but remained calm. How did he know I hated when people touched my hair?! I know he knows me, I know him from somewhere, that was for sure now. He knows who I am. He took off the cloth I had on my mouth and I let out a gasp.

"ah! Who are you!? Where am I, why am I here!" I panicked. I wanted to know as soon as possible why I was here and what he wanted from me. I wanted to get out as soon as possible, I wanted to get out of this feeling of constant fear. It was suffocating, knowing I got kidnapped by someone I was looking for, the guy I was dreaming of, the guy I had fantasized about, it was so unreal. I didn't think he could be a killer psychopath. I didn't even know his name so how can I even call him? So frustrating.

"Don't you recognize me? Maybe not, it's been so long since that day...the day you saw me all bloody..." His voice had a soft tone at the beginning of his sentence, a soft tone until his last words, his tone became cold. I was sure of what he meant, he was for sure talking about the day I saw him kill someone, right? "T-the day I saw you killing someone..?" I asked, just to be sure. "Oh..that was actually the second time...I see you really don't remember me."

"What? What do you mean by that...what's your name?" I said, confused. What does that mean, that we already met? Could that be why I have the feeling of knowing him? Because We met before? But, where? This is ridiculous, how can I not remember him if I met him before. He must have changed to the point I couldn't recognize him. "Please, tell me your name."

"My name..? My name is Oliver. Do you remember me now? I was the guy that you rejected. You rejected my love..." He said in a sad, disappointing tone. "Oliver"...of course I know him, he was the shy boy of my class who wouldn't even talk, until the day he confessed his feelings to me. How can this be him, how could he change this much, why does he kill people, How...The Oliver I know would never change this much, he would've never killed anyone, he would never hurt anybody, it's not him, it can't be. It's just impossible, he was the sweetest person I knew the kindest. "O-Oliver...? No, it cannot be you, it's impossible." Unfortunately, it was him.

"Ah..sure I've changed, but this much? Didn't know I couldn't be recognized by the girl I loved the most, the girl that used to keep me alive. Let me ask you something, how can you not-" I interrupted him and said "The girl you loved the most...?". His face went from casual to shocking. I could tell he was confused by what I asked.

"You heard me. And don't be like you didn't know. I did everything I could to make you realize how I loved you, to convince you. By the way, you don't get to ask questions. Keep your mouth shut." He took a knife from a nearby table, a pretty sharp knife and approached it close to my throat. Chills were running down my spine, eyes getting watery. My whole body was shaking while I kept my chin up with the sharp weapon on my throat, ready to slice it. "You see this knife? If you ever scream, try to call for help or do whatever to get out of here, I won't hesitate to slice this pretty neck of yours." he took his deepest voice to make it sound dangerous and of course, it worked. I was scared and anxious. I was ready to do whatever he wanted me to. His voice was so threatening I almost lost balance. I gave him big eyes and looked at him in a terrified look, he knew and loved my fear, to feel I was scared of him. I knew he had a plan in his psycho mind. He could kill me at every moment. He then grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head back. His grip on my head hurt and made my head spin. He clearly didn't like the way I was looking at him. "Untie me.." I asked him nicely and politely.

"Hmm...no."

"Untie me you little shit!" I shouted, then he slapped me across the face with big eyes. Why did he just slap me?! What the fuck is wrong with him!?

"What is wrong with you!"

"You do not talk to your master that way Ashley."

"Master?! I'm not an object you dumb fuck!"

He slapped me again. I understood he didn't want me to swear or talk badly to him.

I tried to keep my calm but it was so difficult, he made my blood boil from rage.

"Please, can you untie me now..." I was clearly pissed off by his attitude.

"Still no. You haven't been a good girl so why should I untie you? Besides, like I told you, I love to see you struggle. I will now leave you for a bit, you better not try to run away, because if you do, there will be consequences." He then left the basement, leaving me alone. I kept looking around to see if there was anything that could help me to get out of the nightmare. If I have to kill him, I will.