Always Romira

Chapter - 56

Akira
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"What do you mean?"

Rick smiles widely, clearly expecting the question, he looks utterly normal that it's so easy to see why most people would have no reason to suspect him of being a psychopath. With a baby face and pretty smile he probably passes all the ticks of society for being handsome, and people almost never suspect handsome person until it is thrown right in their face.

"What do I mean huh? That's a good question. Before answering though we are going to play a game. Okay?" He asks politely as if I actually have any choice.

Bastard

Not to aggravate him, I only nod.

He grins, "Good. So in this game I ask you few questions and if you reply correctly you win and we move on to next question but if you don't," He pauses dramatically and walks until he is by a stool right next to the bed and sits uncomfortably close to me, "I win and I get to make you cry. Isn't it exciting?!" He let's out his creepy giggles.

What?

My heart starts pounding by his close proximity, how the hell is he going to make me cry? Is he going to hit me again?

God, no.

I don't think I will survive for long if that's how he is planning to play this sick game.

I don't want to die.

Not yet.

Noticing my lack of response, he stops smiling, "I asked isn't it exciting?"

I want to scream fuck you.

But I swallow it and mumble a 'yes'.

"Good girl." He says approvingly, when he reaches out to touch my head, I fight hard to not flinch and try to focus on my breathing as he pets my hair as if blessing me, I'm terrified and my wound screams in protest against his touch. "Are you ready?"

I nod.

He nods back, "Do you believe in balance?"

I don't know what he trying to say or where is this going but I know I have to answer correctly if I want to avoid the promised pain so I answer, hoping this is what he wants, "Yes."

"Correct! Next question do you also believe that balance should always be maintained irrespective of cost?"

What the heck is he on? Meth? Cocaine?

I don't understand what the hell he is talking about but I know I need to say something so I repeat my previous reply.

He grins, apparently satisfied.

"Even at the cost of a life?"

I freeze.

What is this about?

Is this game somehow related to whatever fucked up things he has planned for me.

Is he really going to kill me?

He had said not yet but what the heck can you expect from a crazy person.

This time when I answer I do it from my perspective with my survival instinct on, forgetting the terms of the game that my correct answer is not the answer he might finds correct. I say, "No."

The next moment I feel him fist my hair and pull hard, the sudden movement makes my wounds come alive with unfathomable amount of hot searing pain. I gasp desperately and his hold tightens further, the throbbing spreads from my head to my whole body, making me whimper in the numbing agony. It hurts so bad that I have to fight to breathe in, I could see stars behind my tightly closed eyes, and the hot burning behind them indicates the tears escaping without my permission.