The Masked Killer - A.T Ben Saad || English

Chapter 13: Lola

"We're going to have some fun here together," he says, his voice dripping with a sinister accent and a grin so devilish it sends chills down my spine. I stare at him, my eyes wide with terror. "What do you mean?" I manage to choke out, my voice trembling uncontrollably.

He squeezes my ass with a cruel force. And I suddenly feel sick. This man- who used to be my boyfriend- is sick. "No! Please, Noah! Don't!" I beg, my heart pounding in my chest. He shoves me roughly against the wall. My face is pressed flat, painfully against the cold surface, his hand pushing me harder into it. "Oh, I'm definitely going to," he snarls. With a horrifying sense of dread, I feel him pulling down my pants. I fight back with everything I have, kicking desperately at his legs, but it's like I'm struggling against a brick wall.

I catch a glimpse of Levi, his eyes filled with pity, and I scream out, "Levi! Help me! Please!" A tear escapes, rolling down my cheek. Levi looks at Noah and says, "Noah, we can do this later." Relief floods through me as Noah's touch ceases, but it's short-lived. Noah's anger seems to simmer, and he reluctantly steps back, frustration evident in every line of his face. "We can do this later," he repeats softly, almost to himself.

As he steps away, I slowly lift my head from the wall. My cheek burns, the red mark from the wall a harsh reminder of my pain. I fumble with my pants, pulling them up with trembling hands. I can't bring myself to look at Noah; he's a stranger now, his kind demeanor replaced by something darker and more terrifying. The Noah I knew is gone.

He starts breathing heavily, each inhale sharp and ragged. The sight of him—sweaty, disheveled, and seething—fills me with a paralyzing fear. He's not just angry; he's transformed into something monstrous, a demon in human form. I watch as he clenches his fists, his nails digging into his palms. My body locks up, paralyzed with dread, unsure of what horrors he might unleash next.

Then, with a sudden, violent move, he turns towards me. His hand slaps my cheek, leaving a burning red mark, followed by a brutal kick to my stomach. The impact slams me into the wall and then I collapse onto the wooden floor. Pain surges through me, my head throbbing with each pulse of my racing heart. My vision blurs, narrowing into a tunnel of agony.

My mouth fills with thick, viscous fluid. For a moment, I'm in shock, frozen in the realization that it's not just mucus—it's blood. I cough up bright, crimson streaks, my body shaking with the effort. Tears blur my vision as I look up at Noah, his face now a cruel mask of a smile that seems to crack and warp. Yet, amid the horror, I see something else: his face softens, the monstrous veneer slipping away. The love and warmth that once defined him flicker back, confusing me even more.

What is happening to him? To me? To the world around us? I'm lost in a whirlpool of fear and confusion, desperate for answers that seem just out of reach.