A/N: Hello, my lovelies! This is my contest Entry for Kim Fry's Contest. I wrote this rather quickly, due to the fact my computer crashed. It's not edited either, but I wrote it for fun and I hope you all like it!
Image: I couldn't find an image that fitted, so I used the original image! :) I Hope that is okay!
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Scream For Him:
THE MASTER CLOSES HIS DARK EYES.
'Do you know how long I've waited for you?' He asks.
He could hear his sweet, Jenna twisting against the restraints and crying out. Her soft cries only excited him further.
'Please I beg of you, release me.' She whispers. Her voice was broken and lost.
She had always been so strong but she's slowly breaking, The master thought. The restraints dug into flesh but she didn't cry out again. The master leans down and ties the rope tightly around her wrists.
"You belong to me. If you fight it, it's only going to be harder for you. Stop fighting me, Jenna. I know you want this as much as I do." The master says. His warm breath grazes her cheek and she begans to shiver. She didn't like having him so close.
"And I'm going to make you mine. " The master says.
Jenna holds her breath and prepares for the worst. She keeps her face still. She doesn't want to give him satisfication of seeing her fear. She almost prays that death will come fast. Dying would be so much easier then spending an enternity with this monster.
How long was he going to keep her captive?
The master opens his wide eyes. His eyes are darkened by secrets and lust. He slowly pulls a silver knife out of his coat pocket! He admires the sharp blade of the knife under the dim light of the room.
"Are you ready? This won't hurt for very long." He says. He laughs to himself and presses the knife to her throat. "If you think of moving, I won't hesistate to slit your throat. I need you to stay still."
He yanks her shorts down until he can see her hip bone. Another memory flashes deep into his mind. He remembers one of his most recent victims. He remembered the way he drug the knife against a woman's hip bone until she screamed for him. The woman's name escapes him now . She was only a distant memory.
Would Jenna scream for him? He wouldn't lost control this time.
He presses the knife against her hip. Jenna bites down her lip to supress a scream. The master grows angry and he begins to scrape the knife against her skin. He moves the knife faster and faster. Her body shakes beneath him.
She's so close, he thinks.
He draws in her blood. He carves the letter 'W' first. She lays her head against the chair. Her eyes grow weak and tired.
"Please. Don't do this." She whispers.
He works faster and she begins to tremble and tremble. He draws the last few letters of his name into her skin.
She screams and screams.
"Now, you're mine." He says and drops his knife.
~*~
The next morning, he awoke to find jenna missing. He had left her tied to a chair but the chair was now empty. Her restraints had been cut. He picked up the rope.
How did she get hold of a knife?
(A WEEK LATER)
The master checked the news at six thirty. One headline caught his attention.
The Watt pad hit Scream For Me has now been published as a book and has sold six million copies. The Author, Kim Fry, lives in Wyoming, USA with her husband and three kids. She is currently working on the sequel for Scream For Him.
The master scratched his chin, thoughtfully. The title sounded so famaliar. He purchased the book to his kindle. He spent the entire night reading Scream for him.
By the end of the book, he was fuming! The master had always liked excerizing control over other people. He had realized that he had never had any control of his life or jenna. He was only a character within a fictional novel.
And Kim Fry was his creator. And she was responsible for letting his Jenna escape.
And she was going to pay! He found a pen laying on his desk and began to write.
Dear Kim Fry,
You took my Jenna away and you will pay in your blood and your family's blood. When you kiss your husband tonight, You'll see my reflection in your window.
When you tuck your kids good night, you'll hear my voice calling your name.
I can't deny that you are my creator. Without you, I wouldn't exist and neither would Jenna. But, you've over stepped the line, when you took Jenna away!
No one comes between Jenna and I, not even you!
I'm watching you now.
Do you know what my next fantasy is? My next fantasy is to tie your soft, wrists to my bed. I'll pull on your long, brown hair as my knife pierces through your skin.
I lift my head to breathe in your scent. I live for the smell of fresh, blood.
And then you'll scream for me just like the others have. I'm going to make you scream my name with your last, dying breath.
- The Master of your destiny.
Kim Fry stared at the note in indifference. She had found the strange note in her mail box and she didn't know what to make of it. The lunatic who had written the note had obviously read her book. Maybe, it was a joke. That is what she tried to convince herself and her husband.
Her husband was concerned for her safety but she was sure the note was a joke.
That night, she tucked her children safely into bed. She kissed her husband and told him to stop worrying too much. She walked into the garage. The walls seems to grow smaller and smaller. Sweat dripped from her neck.
She could hear a voice.
"Kim, I'm here for you...."
She raced up the garage steps and tried to yank the door open but the door was locked.
"Don't run from me, Kim. I've waited so long for you..."
The man from her nightmares stepped forward and smiled wickedly.
"You're not real." She breathes.
"I am real. You've created me, so you must be able to predict my next move. Do you know what I am going to do with you?" He whispers.
KIM WOKE UP IN A COLD SWEAT ON TUESDAY. She screamed and screamed. Her husband awoke from a deep sleep and pulled her to his chest. He kissed her tears away.
"It's okay, honey. It was just a bad dream." He whispers.
"He felt so real." She cries into his chest. He strokes her hair and rocks her softly.
"It wasn't real, baby." He says.
Kim isnt quite convinced. "Did I go into the garage, last night?" She asks.
"Yeah, you wanted to sure the kid's bikes were locked up. Why do you ask?" Her husband says.
Her heart freezes, instantly.
Was it a dream or did the monster from her dreams come alive and threaten to kill her?
It was just a dream, she thinks. But as she looks over her husband's shoulder, she sees Will's face in the window. When her husband turns to kiss her, Will's face disappears like the image of a ghost.
"I love you." He whispesr.
"I love you, too." She says.
She kisses him quickly and Will is soon forgotten.
~The End~
