VALERIE

Seventy Nine

With her vision coming into focus Vanessa screamed when she realized she was tied down to her dining room table with strong linen attached to her wrists and ankles making her every movement restricted.

Struggling she screamed again, anxiety and panic rushing through her, she didn't know how long she had been knocked out, the last thing she remembered was Valerie hitting her on the head with the end of the gun she was waving at her.

"What's going on?!" She shouted through her now hoarse voice, Valerie came in from her kitchen door with a frown on her pouted face.

Vanessa screamed in desperation again, while Valerie approached her calmly with her arms wrapped around herself for comfort.

"Valerie, Valerie, please, oh my God, please, no, Valerie..." Vanessa continued on in fear until she screamed for help as Valerie climbed the table and hovered above her.

Face to face, Valerie's mouth pulled back into a wide grin that caused Vanessa to scream again.

"You're so pretty." Valerie mumbled to herself virtually while touching Vanessa's soft olive face with her hands, "Is that why you're better than me?" Valerie asked herself quietly.

Vanessa was just crying and mumbling for help, in utter despair she spit directly at Valerie's face.

Throwing her head back while she let out a wild laugh Valerie slapped her straight across the face when her maniacal laughter suddenly stopped.

"Help me!" Vanessa shouted again through her glistening tears in hopes someone would hear her cries for help.

"Let's play a game?" Valerie whispered playfully to her, Vanessa shook her head terrified of what was going on in Valerie's head at that very moment.

"No, please, let me go-"

Valerie chuckled and squeezed her face with both of her hands, "You can be Alice, and I'll be the Mad Hatter!"

She announced it excitedly as she went on reaching into the open space between her combat boots and leg only to pull out a black switch blade.

Upon seeing it Vanessa's brown eyes widened and she began to scream desperately again, "No please, oh God, please-"

"I suggest you stop moving around." Valerie vehemently whispered towards her when Vanessa suddenly felt the sharp metallic tip of the blade touch the skin on her neck with some applied pressure.

"Valerie-" She pleaded through a hoarse tone only to be cut off,

"Shhhhhhh." Valerie directed, feeling her face flourish with warmth Vanessa continued to plead for her life, all while Valerie found it rather amusing.

"You know something? I hate, hate, hate, hate," Valerie paused and tilted her head back to crack it, "I hate when the people I love are hurt by someone else."

Vanessa shrieked, "Let me go, please." She continued to cry and repeat those few words.

Valerie chuckled dragging the knife delicately across Vanessa's neck, "It isn't okay to lie about being abused either."

"Help me!"

Striking her face with her open hand again Valerie began to cry herself, "You think I'm psycho? Don't you?" Valerie asked before letting out an unexpected giggle right after.

Wiping away the tears from her face she turned away from Vanessa, flinging her knife against the mirror that was hanging on the center wall of the dining room making it shatter into so many pieces.

"Valerie you need help." Vanessa managed to say through her eradicated breathing.

"No, at the moment you're the one who needs help." She replied smugly with the smallest hint of pleasure across her face.