I walked over to where the knives were... I reached my hand down and picked up what looked like a Bowie knife, my god it was beautiful! I always had an interest in knives are firearms, you could show me any type of knife and I'd be able to identify it almost instantly...
I grabbed the knife and ran up the basement stairs, I reached the top of the stairs and slowly walked out, I closed the door softly behind me and bolted up the long winding staircase into the small dark room, I saw Jake lying on the floor, still unconscious. I grabbed his legs and started dragging him down the hall, down the wooden stairs and to the basement, when I reached the basement door, Jake started mumbling, I knew that it wasn't long before he woke. I dropped his legs and ran to the kitchen, I searched everywhere for something I could knock him out with when he woke up, all I could find were knives... I continued looking, in every room. I came across the front door again, there was a long wooden baseball bat sitting next to a group of umbrellas in the corner, I reached down and grabbed it. I slowly walked back to where Jake was lying in front of the basement door, with the Bowie knife in one hand, and the baseball bat in the other. I put the knife down on the floor and tucked the bat under my arm, I grabbed Jake's legs and started pulling him slowly down the stairs.
Finally I reached the basement, man Jake was heavy! I was completely out of breath... I dropped his legs and looked around for something to strap him down with, I came across a small room, I walked inside and saw what looked like a hospital bed... 'What the hell!? Why would someone have a fucking hospital bed in their basement!?' I thought. I shook my head fast and ran back over to where Jake was, I picked up his legs and dragged him to the bed, I tried picking him up but he was just too heavy! I lifted and struggled for what seemed like hours. "... Kate...?" Jake mumbled, I started panicking and hit him over the head with the bat hard while he was still on the concrete floor.
I finally got the strength and pulled him up onto the bed, I looked around and found some rope and a roll of duct tape, I tapped him the bed and then strapped him down with the rope.
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The Kiss of Death (ON HOLD FOR EDITING)
KorkuKate tells the story of her at age sixteen, no social life, no trust towards anyone, no seen purpose at all... She enjoyed isolating herself, until her eyes met Jake, a seductive yet dangerous teen boy with a haunting past and a twisted mind. Someho...