homicidal >> mgc

Chapter Nine

"What?" Michael said, sad tears coming to his eyes and his lip starting to quiver.

"You heard me." Taya said, and took steps away from Michael, "you should leave. Like, right now."

Michael sat dumbfounded on the couch, not believing the words leaving Taya's plump lips. "You can't mean that." His voice wavers.

"Get out, Michael." She says, pointing to the door.

Michaels sadness is replaced with anger. Michael stands up and marches over to Taya, standing over her. He looks much scarier and more evil to Taya. There's a sinister fire that's now sparked in his eyes. He stands over her, his face dark and menacing.

"You... Need to leave." Taya's voice shakes with uncertainty. She shakes with fear.

Michael pushes her into the book shelf, causing many books and picture frames to fall. Taya lets the tears fall down her face, she barely even notices because she's cried so much lately.

"After everything I've done for you!" Michael barks, his voice seeming to shake the whole house.

Taya turns her head so she's facing the kitchen. She sees her cell phone sitting on the kitchen table.

Michael pressed his lips to Taya's hair, "I've done all this for you and you don't even appreciate my work. All of this means absolutely nothing to you, does it?" He growled.

"What are you talking about?" She whimpered, feeling violated and vulnerable.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He shouts in her ear, causing her to jump.

"No, I don't! Please just let me go." She cries, still facing her phone.

Michaels features soften, realizing that he has hurt his one love. There were voices in his head screaming hurt her or don't. He couldn't decide which one to listen to.

Taya could see the demons he was battling right now and that he was off guard so she took this moment to push him off of her. He stumbled backwards and fell over the wooden coffee table. She ran towards her cell phone and dialled the police.

"Please, please!" She shouted into the phone as Michael started to get up. "The serial killer is-is here! He's going to kill me!"

Michael stood on his feet and launched towards Taya, putting her into a choke hold. "H-His name is Michael! Michael Clifford-" She stuttered before Michael took her phone and threw it to the floor then proceeded to stomp on it until you couldn't even tell it was a phone anymore.

Michael, with Taya still in a choke hold, started rummaging through drawers and cupboards trying to find anything that could hold her down. He found some zip ties. He pushed her into the counter, making her groan in pain. He roughly grabbed her hands, pushing them together so the zip tie was as tight as it would go. Silent tears ran down Taya's face as she felt pain in multiple parts of her body. Michael threw her into a chair and even though Taya's body hurt, she tried to run. Michael just pushed her back into the chair and put zip ties around her feet and the chair legs.

"Michael." She cried, "you don't have to do this."

"I did everything for you." He said, towering over her.

"Please, please." She shook in fear as she pleaded desperately for her life.

"No. I can't just let you go after everything I've done." He shook his head and flicked open his pocket knife. Taya screamed and pleaded put Michael continued his torture.

"You haven't done anything Michael!" She whimpers as the knife nears her skin.

"I killed your piece of absolute trash boyfriend. I thought you would like it, actually." He laughed as he sliced open the sleeves on her jumper.