The Psychopath's Prisoner

Chapter 60

Cheyenne stared out the window and considered things. When would Eric show up next? When would she be able to return to her normal life? She and Michael hadn't gotten the opportunity to start their life together. She felt guilty especially after seeing the pain in his eyes and on his face. It made her heart ache. Poor Michael. He had been through so much because of her. Raina wasn't faring much better. Even though Raina hid it from her face, she couldn't hide the sorrow in her eyes. It made Cheyenne feel extremely guilty about everything she had put Michael and Raina through. She wished she knew how to stop Eric and ease her family's pain. Her gut told her that things would be coming to a head soon. It would all be over soon enough. She knew that he was on his way. It was only a matter of time, but he was coming. It wouldn't surprise her if he showed up in her hospital room.

Cheyenne closed her eyes. All I can do is be a sitting duck. It's not like I can go anywhere and I doubt the officers outside can protect me.

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Shuffling noises in her room woke Cheyenne. Barely opening her eyes, she noticed someone moving around. Not thinking much of it, she closed her eyes again. After all the nurses were always in and out of her room throughout the night so she didn't fret. She tried to go back to sleep, but as she lay there she felt a sudden overwhelming rush of uneasiness. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a familiar pair of eyes staring down at her.

"You."

"Did you miss me, Cheyenne?" His twisted smile appeared eerie in the shadowy light.

"What are you doing here?"

He stroked her hair. "You already know." He crawled into her bed while kissing her.

Repulsed, Cheyenne cringed as he fondled and kissed her. It sickened her to see him again, but she had expected him and here he was. It was like before. No one to help her. She knew that even if someone tried, they would be killed. Now she really was alone and was going to die that way.

"Why can't you leave me alone? What have I ever done to you? I never even knew you before I moved into my apartment. How could you do all those horrible things to me? Why?"

"You ask a lot of questions." He scoffed. "Of course. You're a writer. You're supposed to be curious. Curiosity kills sometimes, Cheyenne." His hand moved up from her breast to her throat. "If only you weren't so smart. It wouldn't have to end this way." His hand compressed on her throat.

Cheyenne tried to scream, but his hand was cutting off her ability to even talk much less breathe. She stared into his eyes and saw an evil like she'd never seen before. He was enjoying her torture and wasn't about to stop. There was no way she was going to make it out alive this time. She was sure of it.

"You nearly destroyed me, Cheyenne." He laughed. "You didn't and you won't, but I will destroy you and your family. What you did to me is unforgivable. I don't understand why you wanted to turn your back on a life we could've had together. I've given you all the chances I'm going to give."

He loosened his grip. Cheyenne stared at him. "What happened to you over the course of your life?" She tried to appeal to him by being empathetic. What else could she do? There were few options she could try in her situation. It wasn't like she could run. "Tell me, what happened to you?" She gently placed her hand on his and smiled. For a moment, he seemed to relax, but just as suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat, his one hand strangling her.

"None of your business, bitch." He squeezed.

"Eric, please don't. Please. You don't have to do this," she pleaded. "Please."