Alluring

Chapter 1 ( Killer)

When I opened my eyes, my vision was blurred. I could see blood dripping onto the floor from somewhere upstairs. At first, I thought it was just a bad dream. But as my senses slowly returned, I realized I was seated in a chair. In front of me, a man was hanging from the ceiling, blood seeping from every inch of his body and pooling from his mouth. He wasn't dead-not yet.

Terror gripped me. I was so scared that for a moment, it felt like my soul had left my body.

Suddenly, a figure appeared-a man dressed in a sharp black and wine-red suit, holding a bouquet of black roses. His lips curled into a sinister smile as he approached. "How was your sleep, baby? I hope you're comfortable," he said with a calm, mocking tone.

Rage and fear surged through me. I could barely believe what was happening. He was torturing a man right in front of me, yet he was asking if I had slept comfortably? My emotions swirled-fear, anger, disgust- until I finally snapped.

"Are you a psychopath?" I spat, my voice trembling. "You heartless monster! What do you want from my miserable life? Why won't you just leave me alone?"

He slowly walked toward me, his steps deliberate, until he was close enough to grab my hand. He kissed it softly, as if we were lovers, then handed me the bouquet of black roses. His eyes glinted with something dark and twisted. "You want me to be yours, don't you? Well, that's exactly what I'm doing, isn't it?" he said, voice smooth but cold.

I looked at the man hanging before me, his body mutilated beyond recognition. "What did you do to him?" I asked, my voice shaky.

"Nothing," he replied casually. "Just taught him a lesson for what he did."

My heart pounded as I struggled to understand. "And for that, you broke his hand, cut out his tongue, branded his body with hot iron, and chained him up? What kind of person does that to another human being?"

His smile faded slightly, but his eyes remained cold. "I warned you. You wanted freedom, so I gave it to you. You wanted space, I gave you space. You didn't want to talk to me, so I stayed away. But you know what I can't tolerate? Seeing you with anyone else. It drives me insane." His voice grew darker, and his eyes bore into mine as if every fault.

"And he's not the only one I've dealt with." he added with a sinister grin. "Do you remember everyone who wanted to be with you? Funny how they all vanished after meeting you, isn't it?"

Shock washed over me. "No... that can't be true!" I cried out, my voice breaking.

"But it is Babe,," he whispered, his gaze flickering to the man hanging like a puppet from the ceiling.

"Why don't you just tell me what you want? Why do you keep showing up in my life, doing these horrific things?" I demanded, my voice shaking with fury and desperation.

A strange silence fell over him. His demeanor shifted, stiffening at my question. He always did this-he always fell silent whenever I asked him what he truly wanted.