Psychopath (Stiles AU)

Chapter 7

"Something is wrong with me," Stiles grumbled to himself as he paced back and forth in the empty lounge room. He had his hands in his hair, tugging harshly at the brown locks as he moved. His hands slipped out of his hair to rub his face, letting out a groan as he fell onto the couch. 

Stiles stared blankly at the wall, trying to wrap his head around the situation. 

He loved hurting people, and definitely got a kick out of putting a blade to their skin, but there was something different about this girl. He felt bad for hurting her, and since he cut her arm some time earlier he hasn't been able to bring himself to go back down there. He'd wrapped the cut up in gauze to stop the bleeding, and took off back upstairs. 

That was at least an hour ago. 

"I'm not supposed to feel sorry for victims," He muttered, swiftly getting back onto his feet and beginning to pace again. "No. I don't feel anything for this girl. She's just another victim. Just another girl who I'll take the pleasure of killing." 

Stiles nodded to himself, and with a deep breath he headed back toward the stairs leading down into the basement. He shuffled downstairs, entering the basement and seeing the girl lying motionless on the chair. Her head was dropped so it rested against her chest while her eyes were slipped shut, completely engulfed in sleep. 

He took advantage of her vulnerable state, carefully cutting the tape from her wrists and ankles. She let out a sudden groan, body moving slightly as she woke. Stiles quickly brought her hands together, securing them tightly together with duct tape. 

Her eyes snapped open, wide and worried as she stared at Stiles. He smiled fondly at her, it soon turning wicked as he moved to place a strip of the tape over her mouth to keep her quiet. 

"Mornin'," He muttered. "You made a mess earlier, and I don't feel like getting my hands dirty today so you're going to clean it up." 

He pushed her onto her knees, her whimpering  while he moved around the room to collect a bucket and a scrubbing brush and bleach. He sat the objects by her body and pointed to the blood on the floor, "Clean it up." 

She glanced to the series of items but made no attempt to move for them. Stiles grew more fed up the longer it took her, so he swiftly moved over to her, roughly gripping her matted hair, "Clean it up!" 

She let out another whimper, finally moving to fill the bucket with the bleach once Stiles removed his grip from her hair. She dipped the scrubbing brush into the bucket and began to scrub at the floor where the blood from her arm had dripped onto the concrete. 

She began to sob, tears slipping from her eyes as her shoulders shook. Stiles rolled his eyes, no longer feeling guilty. As soon as he turned away from her to do something else, the sound of her scrubbing stopped and when he glanced over his shoulder, she was gone. 

He chuckled pitifully at her when he heard the sound of her banging at the locked door that was at the top of the stairs. He shuffled over to the stair case, looking up to see her trying desperately to get the door open. 

He placed his hands on his hips, tsking at her. He pulled the key for the door out of his pocket, "You might need this." 

Her head whipped around, wide eyes filled with tears as they first flicked to the key before moving to rest on Stiles. 

"Please," She begged. "Let me go." 

He smiled softly at the poor girl, dropping the key back into his pocket before beginning to climb the stairs. When he approached her, her taped up hands brought themselves to her chest in an attempt to seem smaller, and Stiles simply brought a hand to her face to brush against the soft skin of her cheek.

"I don't think I will," He cooed, glancing to the bandaged up cut on her arm. "I like you, and I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with you." 

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A/n: I've been watching too many episodes of criminal minds so if the chapters get weird at any point blame that show