DON'T CHEAT ON ME!

CHAPTER 25: Devil

"Oh, Patricia.."

He murmured, his grin widening.

"You see, I'm giving you a gift. A chance to see the world as it really is. Stripped of all its pretenses and lies. You should be thanking me."

I closed my eyes, willing myself to wake up from this nightmare, but the reality of the situation pressed down on me like a weight I couldn't lift. Jordan's laughter filled the room again, dark and triumphant.

"Don't worry, Patricia."

he said, his voice soft and sickeningly sweet.

"By the time I'm done, you'll understand. You'll see things my way. And who knows? Maybe you'll even learn to enjoy it."

I didn't respond. I couldn't. All I could do was sit there, bound and helpless, as Jordan's madness consumed the room-and me with it.

Jordan shoved the pot aside with a loud clatter, turning back toward me with a twisted smirk. His eyes gleamed with malice as he sauntered closer, the blade of his butcher knife catching the dim light.

"You really should be more appreciative, Patricia"

I've gone to such lengths for you. Do you have any idea how much effort it takes to make someone... perfect?"

I flinched as he knelt down in front of me, his knees brushing against mine. The proximity made my skin crawl, every fiber of my being screaming to pull away, but the ropes held me firmly in place.

"Look at you.."

he murmured, tilting his head as if admiring a piece of art.

"So stubborn. So defiant. That's why I chose you, Patricia. You're not like the others. You're... special."

"Get away from me, Jordan!"

I spat, the words trembling on my lips.

Jordan's grin widened.

"Oh, No! Sorry, I'm not going anywhere..

He said, his voice dripping with amusement.

..not until I've shown you just how much you mean to me."

He reached out, his fingers grazing my cheek, and I recoiled as much as the restraints would allow. His touch was cold and clammy, a stark contrast to the heat of my own skin.

"I said don't touch me! Jordan!"

I snarled, my voice stronger than I felt.

His laughter echoed through the room, sharp and cutting.

"Touch you? Oh, Patricia, I already done that."

He stood abruptly, towering over me, and began pacing the room again. The knife twirled effortlessly in his hand, a deadly extension of his madness.

"You know..

he continued, his tone shifting to one of mock lecture,

..people like you are always so ungrateful. You take and take, never stopping to appreciate the finer things in life. Like a good meal. Or..."

He paused, turning to face me with a dark glint in his eyes.

...a good fcking lesson."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper.

"What lesson?"

I whispered, though I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer.

Jordan's grin turned predatory.