Should I Or Should I Not?

Chapter 30

Your P.O.V.

After about 2 hours I got a call from Mark. I picked up excitedly.

"Hey Mark" I said smiling. there was a short pause before he replied. "...hello. Where are you?" that was weird. He did not call me with a nickname and his voice seemed... dry.

"Still the same place of course. did you forget?" I say still trying to sound cheerful. "where?"

Okay now this is weird. Really weird. "at your house...?" I say. "what's wrong?"

"...Nothing. I'll be back in 5 minutes." he said and hung up. I looked at my phone. The call lasted only a minute or so. I started to get worried for him. But I patiently waited. When I heard a car pulling up in the driveway, I went to open the door with a hopefully believable smile on my face. I stood on the doorstep and watched him walk over. i smiled and hugged him. "Welcome back." it took him a while before he hugged back. "everything okay?" I asked and he nodded. I couldn't really see his face because it was dark. Well clearly he was not fine. I decided I would ask him later. He seemed really bothered by something. I walked into the house first. "So how was w-" I was cut off by a sharp stinging pain in my neck. I wanted to turn around but my vision immediately got blurry and I couldn't feel my legs. Next thing I knew I had collapsed and fell unconscious.

Mark's P.O.V.

I threw the syringe in a dustbin and I looked at her as she laid on the floor with an expressionless face. Why was she acting as if we were a couple? She was a student of mine but i couldn't remember he name. I shrugged it off and knelt down beside her. I picked her up in my arms and placed her in the back of my car. The sedative should last for quite a while. I got in the driver's seat and drove to the farmhouse my boss told me to. I remembered his instructions.

Have fun with her, take pictures of her and send it to him. After that, dispose of her. Simple as that and i get paid. Wonderful. 

As i drove i could feel my jaw and cheeks being a bit numb. I thought maybe it was my imagination and continued driving. When I got there, I got to the room my boss told me about and placed her on the white back drop. I taped her arms together and went to get a camera, starting to take pictures of her. As I did, I moved her in various positions. suddenly she started moving and I stopped taking pictures and observed her.

She was slowly trying to open her eyes and I saw her struggling to stay sober. Thinking the photos would look more interesting I continued taking pictures. "M-Mark...?" she said and tried to get up. "DON'T MOVE!" I yelled and pushed her back on the floor. she whimpers and stays still. "I want you posed and framed MY WAY." i said sternly and she kept quiet. Good. Now that she was slightly conscious i continued taking photos of her. "maybe this angle..?" i said out loud softly and crouched down and put the camera close up to her face. As i took a photo, she moved so i assumed my photo would be blurry. "Great. YOU FUCKED UP MY SHOT." I yelled in her face and she whimpered again. "W-why are you doing this?" she said softly. I rolled my eyes. "No reason whatsoever." i said and looked at her. Of course she looked scared. But i didn't care. After all, who's going to care if she dies. She's a mere student. 

"Maybe a new dose will help." I said and as I walked to a pushcart with all the sedatives and drugs, a series of no's could be heard coming out of her mouth. How pathetic. Pleading won't do anything. I took some of the drug in my new syringe and walked over to her. "M-Mark p-please stop this madness" she pleaded. I ignored her and pushed her head down before injecting the drug in her. Within seconds she fell asleep again. I then put her on a chair and duct taped her to it. I walked over to a desk with a computer and started getting ready for the photos to be printed.

********Hey guys, I was wondering. My views dropped significantly and was it because of the long while I didn't update? if it is I'm really sorry.******