Stuck in this inhumane warehouse.
Nice going there Jennie.
Seeing the knives, only made me feel like I was in a slaughterhouse, and I was next.
I spread my legs open, and rested my head on the wall.
I started feeling hungry.
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I heard the door open, and I saw that lunatic walking in.
"Yah, if you're gonna keep me here, then get me food", I said casually.
"This isn't a hotel", he said taking off his jacket.
"And I'm not an animal, or a criminal that you have me in chains!", I spat back.
"Oh look, lil Jen's angry!", he teased.
"How do you know my name?", I asked.
"I know everything about you", he said.
"Whatever, just get me food!", I ordered him, not caring who he was.
I turned my face, and he threw a plastic bag infront of me.
"Here!", he said and turned towards the door.
"Yah, yah!", I screamed.
"What now!", he screamed back.
"How do you expect me to eat without hands?", I said shaking my chained hands.
He rolled his eyes and came towards me.
He sat down infront of me, and picked up the plastic bag.
He took a parcel out and unwrapped it.
"A happy meal? Seriously? How old are you?", I said teasing him.
"Shut up and eat!", he spat.
"Say ah!", he said .
I took a bite.
"You know, you could've just opened my hands and then chained them again. Just saying!", I said while eating.
"Eat!", he said bringing the burger to my mouth.
Look at this lunatic. Cute!
I choked at the thought.
Are you crazy, he's a fucking lunatic killer. He's not cute, he's crazy. Get your shit together.
He picked up the water bottle and brought the bottle up to my lips.
"Drink", he said, and so I did.
I finished eating, but he was still sitting right infront of me.
"Why do you kill people?", I asked feeling bored.
"Revenge!", he spat.
"But you said you brought me in here to kill me, and I don't remember doing anything to you!", I said.
"You didn't, your brother did", he stated.
"What do you mean?", I asked.
"He killed my father!", he spat.
"But my brothers dead! He was abducted and killed!", I said.
"Do you really think, the body you guys received was his?", he asked.
"What do you mean?", I asked, feeling hurt.
"The body you guys received, was of a random person, he killed!", he stated again.
"But the postpartum?", I stated.
"He has connections with the doctor, the reports are all fake. He's still alive, and out there!", he stated.
"How do you know all this?", I asked.
"He's the reason, I became like this. I wanted to avenge him, because of my father. I searched and searched, but I couldn't find him!", he said.
"You don't have to do this you know! Hurting others, never solves anything, it only makes it worse!", I said.
"You don't know anything. You don't know how it feels, when you kill someone. You don't know how it feels, to see the blood ooze out of those who hurt you. You don't know how it feels, to see them in agony, begging for their lives. Funny, how they act like they did nothing to you, when you come out to them for revenge. How their faces turn pale, when they see the knife in my hand, just like mine used to turn, when they killed my family infront of my own eyes!", he said, tears were visible in his eyes.
He suddenly started to strangle me, "do you know how old I was, when they did this? DO YOU?", he yelled at me.
He suddenly let go of me, and I took short and fast breaths, stabilising myself.
"I was six, when my mum was killed infront of me. I couldn't do anything to save her. I watched her scream, I watched her trying hard to breathe, I watched her as blood gushed out of her, I watched her when, she gave me a smile, even when she was in such pain and agony. I still remember, when I ran up to her crying, she wiped my tears, and told me that she was fine. I watched my sister get killed infront of me. She gave her life, saving me. I should've been the one dead, not her. She was burned alive. The fire still burns bright in my eyes, and that memory never fades. Her screams, still audible in my ears. Coward, I was. Instead of saving her, I just hid behind the car, crying. When I turned 9, my father took me to a motel. When we were going out, your brother approached him. My father told me to run, and I did. I didn't know what was happening. I ran and hid in this same warehouse. I remember peeking from that door, watching him as he shot my father, and left. Everybody I loved, was killed right before me, and I couldn't do anything to save them. Ever since then, I've been living in this warehouse, without any family, friends or home. This warehouse was my home. Ever since then, I started killing people. I remember, when I first killed. I was 16, just three years back. I tied the two people who burned my sister alive. I electrocuted them, and their screams, their screams were like music to my ears. Words can't describe how good that felt. The best moment was when I stabbed them, again and again, with the view of her burning, vivid infront of my eyes. I couldn't hear their screams then, as I only could see her burning, and hear her screaming", he said, his voice cracking, and tears continuously falling down his eyes.
I was speechless, and I felt so wrong. I could feel his pain, as my own.
"I'm so sorry..", I said, controlling the urge to cry, seeing him break down.
"Sorry isn't going to bring them back!", he spat.
"Neither is killing others!", I said.
"You don't know anything!", he said again.
"Killing them might feel good, but you're only passing the pain, you felt to others. What happened to you was wrong, and I apologise from my brothers side. I didn't know, he did this. But killing isn't right", I said.
"If the wrongs seem right, I will take them. If the bad feels good, I will do bad", he said.
