serial killer / hs

Chapter 3

The car hummed along, a relentless metal beast swallowing the sounds of my silent sobs. Each mile felt like a lifetime, my heart hammering against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the terror that gripped me. Why me? Why had this happened? Why was I the one chosen for this nightmare? The world had narrowed to the cramped confines of the car, the stale air thick with my fear and the man's menacing presence.

"Where are we going?" My voice, barely a whisper, trembled with fear, the question laced with a desperate hope that maybe, somehow, knowing our destination would give me a sliver of control.

His green eyes, cold and predatory, flickered over to me for a fleeting second before returning to the road. He didn't answer, only tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles white against the leather. It was a silent, ominous confirmation of my growing dread, a tangible demonstration of his power. He made a sharp turn, merging onto the highway, the roar of the engine a deafening symphony of my impending doom. The headlights sliced through the darkness, their beams cutting through the night like a cruel, mocking spotlight.

His silence, a suffocating presence, pressed down on me, a weight that threatened to crush my spirit. The darkness outside, punctuated only by the distant glow of city lights, mirrored the growing darkness within. The city lights, usually a comforting reminder of civilization, now felt like mocking beacons, taunting me with the safety I could no longer reach.

"Shut up," he finally growled, the huskiness of his voice filling the car, a stark contrast to the terrified silence that had consumed me. His voice, a rough rasp, sent shivers down my spine.

My heart stuttered in my chest, a panicked bird trapped in a cage. Maybe if I could make him trust me, convince him I wouldn't try to escape, I could gain a sliver of control, a chance for survival. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to nod, my eyes meeting his in a silent plea for mercy. I wiped my tears away, a fragile shield against the tide of despair that threatened to engulf me.

Moments later, he pulled the car off the highway, the screech of tires a discordant note in the silence that followed. The sudden stop jolted me, sending a wave of panic through my body. He got out, his movements quick and efficient, and walked around to the passenger side. The click of the door lock was like a gunshot in the stillness, a sound that echoed in the silence of the deserted highway. The cold metal of the handcuffs was a stark reminder of my utter helplessness.

"You're not running anywhere. And don't even think about trying something," he said, his voice raspy with a chillingly casual menace. His words were a stark warning, a threat delivered with a calmness that sent a shiver down my spine. He grabbed my arm, the touch a jolt of icy fear that shot through me, and pulled me into the woods. This is it. This is where my life ends. Right here, in the woods. He's going to kill me.

"I'll do anything," I whispered, my voice barely audible, a desperate plea lost in the rustling of leaves and the chilling silence. The forest, once a place of wonder and peace, now felt like a tomb, the shadows stretching out like grasping fingers, the air thick with the scent of decay and danger.

He chuckled, a dry, humorless sound that sent a fresh wave of terror through me. "Of course you will. But why?"

My eyebrows shot up in confusion. "What?" What does he mean by 'why'? Why wouldn't I be willing to do anything? I want to live. I want to breathe, to feel the sun on my skin, to taste the sweetness of life again. But his words, his tone, suggested something else entirely.

"You're better off dead," he said, his words dripping with an unsettling coldness that sent a shiver through me. His voice was like a snake, its venom slow and insidious, seeping into my mind, poisoning my hope.

"No, you're better off dead. You're the monster. Not me," I burst, the words spilling from my lips in a sudden surge of defiance. I couldn't let him break me. I wouldn't let him silence my voice.

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening, his head snapping towards me. "What did you just say to me?" His voice, raised in fury, sent a tremor through the air. The vein in his neck throbbed with a dangerous intensity, the silent promise of violence hanging heavy in the air.

"N-Nothing," I stammered, my words strangled by fear. Great going, Tess. You're doing such a great job at trying to stay alive.

"I asked you a fucking question," he roared, his anger a tangible presence that threatened to consume me. His face contorted in rage, his eyes burning into me with a feral intensity.

The tears that had been held at bay finally spilled over, blurring my vision. My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat that echoed the terror that gripped me.

"I said you're a monster."

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