MAD

7

Written 4/9/16
Please read the Author's note at the end. I love you sm!

Justin POV
I'm horny, extremely horny. I can't stop thinking about the things I would do to Zaida, the things I WILL do to Zaida when the time comes. I'm trying not to force it on her because I want her to want it as badly as me, but at the rate we're going now that will never happen.

I thought she'd love me by now. I don't understand why, I've been so good to her. I showed her my art and I buy her things and tell her how amazing she is. What am I missing? What do I have to do to get the love of my life to believe that we're soul mates?

Zaida POV
I want to bash his head in with a brick! Ugh! I can't go on like this anymore. I'm going to LOSE it. I need a plan. I need to gain his trust. I need to kill him.

Some odd hours later

I had to have the tv on and move around periodically so he wouldn't come check on me, only bring me food. All this just to come up with a plan to kill the sick bastard. It's okay though because now I have one, well half of one. Step one, slowly I'm going to start being nice to him because if I do it all the sudden it'll look suspicious and he'll know. Second step, build trust with trust he'll let me have more freedom over the house. Third step, know the house like the back of my hand and make note of escape traps. That's all I have for now, I just have to see how things go but I will be escaping.

Justin POV
I haven't said anything to Zaida today, only brought her food and left. I've had the biggest boner ever all day. Luckily, the cart I push the food on covers my little me perfectly. I can't get rid of it, only Zaida can.

Next day

Zaida POV
Step 1 here we go.

Justin brought me up breakfast today, didn't say a word and tried to walk out. I stopped him.

"Are you mad at me?" I ask.

"Why would I be mad at you?" His back is to me while he faces the door.

"I dunno. You just haven't said a thing to me. Is that what day 12 is like? You ignore me?"

"What the hell? Zaida I told you! You are not one of them!" He turns around quickly making sure to stand behind the cart. I only have guy friends, I know what he's doing, he's not slick trying to cover his erection.

"Whatever. When are you gonna stop wearing masks? I'm tired of seeing stupid ass masks everyday. It's not Halloween." I'm not good at being nice. Am I?

"When I decide to stop wearing them." He crosses his arms like a little kid.

"You're annoying, you know that? You get on my fucking nerves." I mimic him and cross my arms.

"I love you, you know that?" He goes soft.

"Well if you love me like you say you do, take me out of this stupid room. I feel like I'm in prison. I want new scenery. Please." I uncross my arms and look down at my fingers, playing innocent.

"Would that make you happy?"

"Yes. Very much so to say the least. As long as it isn't dead bodies I have to look at." Still playing innocent.

"Seeing you happy, brings me great joy. I haven't felt that in years until you came along." I can't tell if he's smiling or not.

"I thought killing made you happy?"

"No, it makes me feel content. Playing God kept me from going completely insane. I like choosing if my victim lives or dies, or feels pain or not. Now that I have you, I don't need to kill them." He moves from behind the cart and towards me and I can't help but giggle. "It's because of you." He says lowly, while grabbing his junk. I gag internally.