DON'T CHEAT ON ME!

CHAPTER 21: The Head

Patricia’s POV

"... I'm going to get the head."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My heart stopped for a second, and I felt my entire body tremble.

My breath caught in my throat.

"Wh-what head?"

I whispered, barely able to find my voice, my mind racing to process what he just said. My eyes frantically darted around the room, searching for any possible escape.

But there was nowhere to go.

No way out.

A dark chuckle echoed in the air, and I could feel the sinister thrill in his voice.

"You will like it, because I know that is your most favorite part..."

His words sent a cold shiver down my spine. His footsteps were deliberate as he moved away, the sound heavy and full of intention.

"Don't worry, Patricia. It’s coming. Just for you."

I couldn’t move. My body felt frozen with fear, my mind unable to wrap around what was happening.

But before he came back, I spent the whole day scraping my hands to get the ropes off. I found a small blade, unsure of where it came from, but it had blood on it. I didn’t care; I just needed to escape before it was too late.

I could feel the ropes on my hands about to snap. Then, they were free. I quickly grabbed the blade I found to cut the ropes around my feet. After that, I quietly ran and hid. It was dark, and I could barely see anything. My heart was pounding in my chest.

I couldn’t let him find me like this. I had to get away.

One moment, and then HE RETURNED!

While I hid, I could see him.  My eyes widened in fear as he stepped into the room, carrying a severed head.

It was Dave!

The blood was still fresh, dripping down in streams.

The lifeless eyes of Dave stared up at the ceiling, and in his other hand, another head dangled loosely, grotesque and wrong.

The room reeked of death, of something foul, and I could taste the bitter, metallic tang in the back of my throat. But I couldn't look away.

He stepped forward, the sound of his feet echoing in the eerie silence. His voice was chilling when he spoke my name.

“Patricia.. dinner’s almost ready.”

His words were soft but filled with something that made my skin crawl.

"Pick one, Patricia. Which head do you want?"

He said it like a twisted game, like I was supposed to choose.

Jordan was shocked when he realized I wasn’t in the chair where he had tied me.

"Patricia--"

His eyes darted around the room, his body stiffening with disbelief. The tension in the air thickened as he started to search, his footsteps quickening, the anger in his expression growing.

"Please, God save me from Jordan!"

While I hid, I could still see him. His figure moved slowly through the darkness, searching, his eyes scanning every corner of the room.

My breath caught in my throat, praying he wouldn’t find me. I stayed perfectly still, barely daring to breathe.

"Where are you Patricia?"