Edited by: a very lovely @jgfairytales
Can you love a serial killer?
No?
Why not?
How would you know they were a serial killer?
It could be your neighbor.
It could be your friend.
It could be your lover.
Do you actually know the people around you?
T...
"I just liked to kill, I wanted to kill."-Ted Bundy
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The voices from the television echoed in the basement as I watched while waiting for her to wake up. Once again, the newscaster talked about "The Midnight Killer," telling women to be careful. People who wanted to listen would listen while others would ignore the warnings.
The sound of a deep moan dragged my attention from the television to her. Finally, she had awakened. She stirred. In an attempt to rub her eyes, she lifted her hands; but, instead, the chains rattled. The unexpected sound jerked her out of her oblivion.
"Shit! Where did that sound come from?" she exclaimed. Her eyes danced around the room. Her gaze narrowed into a squint. "Where am I?"
I stayed quiet. She could hear the voices from the television, but she wouldn't have seen me because of the corner I sat. However, I had a clear view of her.
"Why am I chained? Is anyone here?" she asked as she tugged at the chain.
"Yes, I am here," I said and stood.
She jumped. "Jesus! You scared me."
"That was my intention." I approached her and stopped in front of her with my hands akimbo.
After about two minutes of silence, she asked, "I'm not stupid, so I know that I have been kidnapped, but why?"
As I was about to answer her, she hushed me. Wait! What! Did she really hush me? But I kept quiet. I was curious to hear what she had to say.
She smiled with a gleam of deviltry in her eyes. "I have a proposal for you. My husband is rich...like really rich. Although we always fight, he would pay any amount of money to get me back."
"Are you implying what I think you are implying?" My fists clenched, but I quickly released it. The woman intrigued me.
With a smug look, she nodded. "Yes. Whatever money you wanted to ask for, increase it. I suggest three million dollars. You take 50% while I take 50%. Do we have a deal?"
