Maloney ate and ate, attempting to ignore the wiggling and squirming of the maggots in her tiny cold hands. Hearing the buzzing of the flies around her she could have sworn she heard every their tiny wings flapped. As if someone was holding a megaphone to their wings. The buzzing all seemed to stop the moment Christie moaned and moved like she was having a bad dream she wished to wake from.
"Are you trying to run away from me?" Jonah asked from the bottom of the old wooden steps, trying to hide the hurt he had in his voice.
Christie sat up quickly from her rolled up ball on the cold cement floor. Looking around the room, even in a daze she saw what was happening and slowly scooted into the corner. Jonah slowly started walking towards Maloney, letting out a loud long sigh while doing so. Maloney suddenly got very tense, and began to cry. Jonah was mad... no not mad he was very mad. Maloney could have sworn she saw the dense hot flames of hell in his cold unforgiving eyes. Jonahs steps got wider and quicker with every angry, hateful step towards Maloney. She stopped eating and dropped the food in her hand and began to scoot into the corner not even to feet away. Jonah got Maloney before she could move an inch. He grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her up and off the cement floor in seconds.
"Why are you trying to leave me?" Jonah asked pained and a little more angered.
Maloney just stared at him with her deep baby blues, and sighed a light almost soundless sigh. It was then clear to Jonah what he had done. Like a flood all the flash back come rushing and surrounded him. Suffocating him with the sight of the names faces and pleads of all the girls he's had in those exact chains. That didn't stop Jonah; with the anger he felt nothing would stop him. He pushed Maloney against the wall with a crack when her head hit the cement. Jonah dropped her unconscious body to the floor and began to cry. Jonah knew he turned into a monster, a monster way worse than any other. Christie sat in shock seeing the man who kidnapped her with a smile on his face, cry over suck a simple yet hurtful act. She stared at such an unforgettable sight and fought back a laugh. Feeling Christie's eyes on him he looked over at her so fast she was surprised it didn't break his neck. Jonah pulled himself together after about ten minutes, and picked up Maloney and walked into another little room next to the bottom of the stairs.
Christie shivered and hugged her legs with an attempt to get warm. She began to fall back to sleep, and almost was till she was startled by a loud, but somewhat silenced scream from the other room. Not really caring much for the girl in the other room she fell into a hard daze. Even with all the 'what ifs' running through her mind she still found peace. Till Jonah walked out of the other room staring at something in his cupped hands. Christie tried to see what was in his cupped hands but all she saw was the dark liquid dripping like water coming out of a leaky faucet.
"I'm so sorry... I'm sorry." Jonah stuttered as he started to walk over to her. Christie tried and tried to scoot back, but the wall wouldn't move.
"Stacy I'm so sorry...I-I-I didn't mean to hurt her." Jonah said uncapping his hands and grabbing Christie's cold shaky hand. He then reached over, and put it into Christie's hand. Christie just sat there staring at it for a second, thinking of where she saw something that looked amazingly like the heart she saw on the posters in biology class. Then it all hit her she was holding a still warm slowly leaking watery metallic smelling blood. This was Maloney's real dead human heart. Christie's eyes went wide and began to water in disbelief. She may have not known Maloney, but nobody deserves to die that way, by some sick psycho-maniac in his basement.
Christie sat there in complete silence staring at the heart in her lap, trying to scream but nothing was coming out. Jonah reached over and pushed her mouth closed, leaving bloody finger prints on the bottom of her chin. Christie was seemingly frozen in fear, paralyzed, almost dead. Just by knowing what could happen. Jonah slowly leaned into Christie and whispered.
"You're not Stacy are you?"
Christie was scared to tell him the truth. She knew she wasn't Stacy, but why didn't he know? Or was he just messing with her?
"No...no I am not Stacy." Christie said quietly.
"But, but you have to be... I know you are! Stop lying Stacy!" Jonah yelled.
Christie was speechless. She looked at Jonah, then at the heart, and back at Jonah. She still couldn't find anything to say to his random outburst of anger, by her only telling him the truth. She looked over Jonahs face. From his chin, to his mouth, nose, and then stopped when she reached his eyes. They were a deep blue-green. She looked deeper and saw the hate and anger in his eyes. Was it towards her, or towards Stacy?
