Chapter 16

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"I won't do it. You can't make me."

Oliver walked past me and picked a knife off of the wall. "I know that this would change your mind. I would rather not mark you up but if I have to, I will."

I sobbed, burying my head in my knees.

"Do it now, Freya."

He prodded my side with the toe of his shoe.

"Why me?" I asked.

I looked up at him, past the mask and into his eyes. His eyes, which were dark and fathomless. How could I have not noticed anything before?

He sighed and pulled the mask off his head, setting it down on a table.

"You reminded me of someone, Freya. Someone who was very close to me."

"Who?"

"I need to be alone right now. And I'm sure you want some alone time with Annabelle. Goodnight, Freya."

He turned and walked up the steps, turning off the lights and shutting the door, leaving me alone in the dark.

***

I woke up on something soft and fluffy.

It felt like my bed from home and I smiled, running my hands over the sheets. I stretched my limbs but stopped short when my leg pulled short on something.

My eyes opened and my brow furrowed.

Oh no...

"What the hell?"

I sat up, looking around me.

I was sitting on a big bed and to my right there was a nightstand with a picture of Annabelle. It was my favourite one, from when we took our walk on the beach. The sun was shining through her hair and her eyes were lit up from within.

"I've made you something to eat."

I jumped, clutching my chest. "What is all this?"

"I thought you would feel more at home if I brought some things from your household."

"You've abducted me! You've got me chained to the floor!"

I threw back the covers, revealing the chain around my ankle.

"That's for your own good, Freya."

He sets down the tray on the table. There's a bowl of yellow liquid with noodles floating in it, along with pieces of celery.

"You see, my childhood wasn't the most stable thing. My mother abandoned me when I was a baby and I was left to grow up in the system."

He stops talking to spoon up some liquid, offering it to me. I shake my head and his eyes darken. Scared of what he could do, I open my mouth and accept the food, swallowing it quickly.

Maybe if I placate him he'll get comfortable enough to lose concentration so I can run away. I can only hope.

"It's delicious...Oliver."

His eyes lit up and he smiled. "Thank you. I worked hard on it so it pleases me to hear that."

I weakly smiled at him, my stomach turning at the fact that I was being friendly with the man who had murdered the woman I love.

"When I had started medical school they had us work on cadavers. Then, I saw her. She was beautiful and in my mind, I imagined that she could have been my mother. The connection I felt with her was instantaneous and after hours I had snuck back in and tried to give her the love that she had never given me. Only thing was...she smelled like chemicals and death. Not how a mother should smell. That's when I made my first kill."

Don't react badly, Freya. Focus on seeing him behind bars, where he belongs.

"I followed her to her car and quickly smothered her. Her soft flesh split open so easily, she was such a beautiful subject."

I shuddered and he put his hand on my arm, making me recoil away from him.

"You have nothing to worry about Freya. You're the only one now. You're my only mommy."

***

He made me finish the bowl of soup before leaving me and going upstairs, taking the tray with him. The second I heard the door close I brought my ankle closer and tried to figure out a way to remove the chains.

"Come on Freya! You can do this. You have to do this."

I tried to pull the chains out from where they were attached to the floor at the end of the bed but stopped short when I heard shouting from upstairs.

Who's he yelling at?

Heavy footfalls sounded down the stairs and I froze in place, watching Oliver walk towards me with a look of pure rage on his face.

He stops at the side of the bed and I turn towards him, about to make up a lie about the chains bothering my leg when he draws his hand back and smacks me hard against my cheek.

My teeth bit down on my tongue and blood filled my mouth, making me gag.

"Oli-"

His hand covered my mouth, cutting me off.

"You've angered me, mother. Why are you trying to abandon me again?"

I shook my head underneath his hand.

He removed his hand and pulled some rope out of his pocket. Then he leaned over and tied each of my wrists to each bedpost at the head of the bed.

"I didn't want to have to do this, Freya."

He walked over to the wall and grabbed a knife off of it, touching the tip of it to his index finger. "I really, really didn't want to do this!"

His hands go up to his head and pull at his hair. When he turns to me, his face is red and splotchy. He's crying.

"No Oliver, please."

I'm begging him, but at the same time pulling at the wrist restraints in an attempt to get out of them.

He climbed up on the bed, straddling my waist. "How could you do this to me, Freya?! How could you!"

You know what you have to do Freya.

I took a deep breath.

"I love you, Oliver. I would never try to abandon you again. I was just trying to make myself more comfortable. I'm your mother and I would never think of leaving you."

He sniffled and looked up at me. "You're not lying?"

"I would never think of lying to you."

"Oh mommy..."

He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my middle and leaning his head on my chest. He stayed like that for a few minutes, his tears steadily soaking through my nightgown. Then, he sat up.

"I'm hungry mommy. You never gave me the nutrients I needed as a baby."

He used his knife to cut open my gown, and then he threw it across the room, far away from where I could reach it. My body shuddered, and I suppressed a sob. His mouth closed over my nipple and he began to suck at it.

I cast my eyes to the ceiling, the tears rolling down my face.

He stopped trying to feed and spoke to me. "I love you so much mommy."

He went back to it and I let my wrists fall limp in the restraints, the fight leaving my body.


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