Taste of Poison

Chapter Two: Pia

 My eyes widen as I bow my head and run my fingers through my black hair. I must have been really strung out last night. Shit, I drugged the girl... I'm the reason she's here in the first place.

Fuck what Garret said about me cheating on Scout. I left her here and moved to Texas; she was the last thing on my mind. She's more like a fuck buddy. Scout is a fucking user anyways.

"And after that, you don't remember anything else?" I ask slowly. 

"No. No, I don't." 

"So you're here...because you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. An innocent bystander..." I almost wanted to laugh.

This has never happened to me before. I've never been caught killing before. This is really weird and out of character for me. One thing I've never done to a bystander though is: kiss them or bring them to my home. That's just really, really weird for me to do. I've never been one to feel sorry for anybody. Something about this girl must have struck me different then.

"What are you going to do to me?" The girl asks with worry.

A smile form on my lips as I look down at her. "I think I might kill you, then take a nice hot shower," I say casually.

I was kind of joking. I really don't have an interest in killing her. She looks maybe seventeen..? Sixteen? The girl has friends and family. It wouldn't be smart to kill someone like her. I want to not give a shit and just do it, but people know that she's here... That Josiah guy... I don't really know who he is or the Darren guy.

However, the girl thinks I'm serious. So I play along just to scare her.

Her eyes widen in fear. "Wait! Wait! Wait!!" She yells as I walk out of the bathroom to grab the gun from the lounging chair and a pillow from my bedroom.

Back in the bathroom, the girl is practically bawling. I watch her curiously as she struggles on the floor, crying and begging. Her face is completely red. I almost want to laugh at how pathetic she looks. I'm only messing with her mind, and it's so much fun.

Only, the more I hear her cry...

Oh God, yes, hearing her squeal is absolute heaven.

"How does it feel knowing that you're about to die?" I ask her in a professional news' reporter accent.

If I had a microphone that would so be awesome. 

"Please! Please don't kill me! I'll do anything you want but please..." She begs as she looks up at me. "I swear, I will not say anything. Just don't kill me!"

I pout as I twirl my gun in my fingers. 

"Annnything?" I ask her as if I were testing her. 

"Yes! Anything!" 

"Can you die for me?" I ask her coldly as I kneel down on the floor in front of her and point the gun at her.

It is fun watching her scream. Tears were practically pouring from her face. The safety is on so the gun won't shoot, I'm just having fun watching her. 

She is about to give me her freedom. I can feel it, and it turns me on so bad. I love this feeling when someone just gives in. I love this feeling knowing that I'm in control.

"I'll keep my mouth shut. I don't care what you do to me now, but if you kill me, I won't be any use to you dead, will I?" 

I can't kill the girl, but if I don't, I have to keep this girl around. What if I get bored of her? I can't just tell her to leave because she might snitch. I could make her death look like an accident of some sort if I have no other choice.