THE UNEXPECTED KILLER [G!P]

Chapter 23

Becky's pov.

Akin to a curious child in a zoo, leaning im closer towards the lion's cage, testing the metal bars with its fleshy arms. And now, the lion had its jaws enclosed around the little kid's hand.

Freen leaned in closer, with the intent of the most catastrophic of storms. "Is it because you're shy? Is it because you haven't found the right now?" She was teasing me, eyes sparkling with flirtatiousness. And of course, a hint of insanity. I parted my lips to tell Freen off, but my brain too dumbfounded, and mouth too dry to utter a sentence.

Freen's fingertips traced circles on the back of my hand, intoxicating my mind with utter fear.

"Maybe it's because you think you're too pure for this world."

I attempted to withdraw my hand, only for Freen to hold it down more firmly in place. If only my head wasn't clouded, I might have paid heed to the red button in my hands.

"Or it is because you haven't found someone good enough to fuck the hell out of you—"

"Ms. Chankimha, please!" I yelled frantically, my voice ringing in my ears like the shrill sound of chalk on board. Yet, in reality, my voice merely came out as a broken whisper.

I knew what Freen was doing. Sick, sick, twisted games. That's precisely what psychopaths like Freen Chankimha played to feed their vile fantasies.

"Still want to be here, Rebecca? Still want to talk to a lunatic with no sense of basic decency?"

For a second Freen's eyes flashed with a tinge of sombre, but as I gave her no reply, only a laugh echoed throughout the whole confinement, like a ballad. Beautiful and haunting. Leaving the most dreadful chills in the wake of its symphony.

"What is it that you want to ask me? I can tell you're dying to say something. Go on."

Even as her laughter died down, the smirk on Freen's lips remained intact. My mouth was pressed into a firm line. I knew, in this game, Freen had the deuces. But regardless, I did look up, caged within Freen's steel gaze.

"Why did you do it?" I finally gathered the courage to say those five words. "Why did you kill those innocent girls?"

Freen simply grinned, maddeningly, "Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart, of its constant hunger for whatever it is that it wants."

I breathed in, vexed, "For once, please stop these games and answer the question Freen. Why did you kill those women?"

"There is no way to justify my insanity, Miss Armstrong."

Even though my heart hammered against my ribcage, getting louder and more crushing by the second, I remained silent.

For a moment I felt hopeless. Helpless.

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