I'm not alone after all (Bloody painter {Helen Otis} x OC)

Chapter 14

When I woke the next morning I had a headache. I was on a bed in a room that I didn't recognize. I sat up an looked around. There were grey walls and on the walls there were many paintings and drawings. The paintings were painted in a crimson red and done more sloppily than the drawings they were mostly smiley faces or quotes which I didn't feel like reading. The drawings were multiple different things, some done in color while others black and white. There was no questions, who ever made these pictures was good enough to make a living out of their art. It was absolutely amazing.

When the guy saw that I had woken he smirked again.

"Morning, sleepy head."

"Where am I?"

"I warned you and you wanted to meet me, and now you have, I'll be the last person you meet. Until I grow bored of you or you try to escape you'll be here." He pulled a knife from the deck next to him and got out of the swivel chair and approached me placing the knife on my neck.

"And if you do try to escape me, it'll be the last thing you do." Then he drew the knife against the bottom of my chin. "That's just a warning." He slid his left finger across my bleeding chin and he observed the blood on his finger. "Mmm". He smirked then left.

This was not at all how I imagined meeting the one person who understood me, the guy who killed anyone who aggravated me. Why was he doing this? Why was he treating me like this? I moved from his hand an he looked at me with shock. Then he walked away, leaving me alone in the dark room. Seeing the color of my blood from my chin, I recognized what this man used to paint the pictures resting on the walls, it was blood from past victims, and I was going to be next. This thought made me uneasy.