Should I Or Should I Not?

Chapter 31

Your P.O.V

I woke up with a stinging pain in my head, only to find myself taped securely to a chair. "Nng.." i made a slight groan. "Finally awake i see?"

I look up and Mark was walking towards me with a cunning smirk on his face. "M-Mark... why did you..." i mumble. "God, you're annoying when you wake up." Mark said in annoyance. I looked up at him and started to get angry. "You said you loved me... Mark..."

He let out a laugh. A laugh i never heard. "When did i say that? Were you hallucinating?" My eyes widened and tears started forming in my eyes. And soon, they fell down my cheeks. "You're pathetic." He says and walks towards me and slaps me. I'm now left with a stinging pain on my cheek and i cried even more. "Mark... please stop this madness..."

"Madness?" Mark chuckles in an evil way. I struggled from my seat trying to break free from the duct tapes. Suddenly, his phone starts ringing. He answers it and mutters things that were incoherent to me. I only heard the last part which was. "Yes boss." Which means... Mark was working for someone? But... that's not my Mark... what did they do to him? Mark then walks to me. "Sad that such a beautiful face will end up decomposed" he said smirking with his finger under my chin, making me look up at him. "Mark stop! This isn't you!" I yelled. He slapped me again.

That's it then... i'm done for. I have no energy left to struggle and no matter how hard i try... I lose. Mark walks to his desk and takes out a gun, slowly filling it with bullets. "You never did pay attention in class did you?" He said chuckling. "If you did, i'm pretty sure you'd see this coming." He says and once he was done he took the gun and stood in front of me. "Hm where should i shoot you first" he said and pointed the gun to my chest. "Here? No that'd kill you instantly."

He then points it to my head. "This would be fun, watching the blood spill from your skull." He says. All of a sudden, i hear footsteps. "STOP AND PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!" A bunch of Police officers ran into the room, fully armed. Mark then grabs me and points the gun to my head. "Come any closer. I dare you" he threatens. A police officer shoots the gun out of his hand and two others pin him down on the floor. "LET GO OF ME" he yells struggling from their grips but eventually became hand cuffed.

One of the officers ran over to me and cut away the duct tapes. "Miss are you alright?" I nodded. Even though Mark hurt me, the one looking more hurt...

Was him.