The camera man

chapter 5

Elizabeth

My crusted eyes open slowly as my head pounds it's silent protests. I've been here for God only knows how long strapped to this chair. He's has been keeping me down here, trying to scare me. He's got some weird kink with girls. He likes to make them trust him, and tell them all these amazing things about how he will protect them, love them. In the end he's the one they need the protecting from. I knew he had something wrong with him. I fucking knew it. No one is so secretive. He hid his whole life away, never let me look at his photos never brought me to his house. I'm probably not even the only one he has down here. Lifting my head I hear a door open and his voice drifts down.

"Elizabeth" he says calmly "you made the news. Everyone is so worried about you. But they will never find you, at least, not alive"

Usually I'd fight. Try to take these ropes off my brittle wrists but there's no point. The blood caked ropes have already torn my wrists to peices and everytime I move it rips even more. Slowly he slivers down the steps. The boy I loved. The boy who gained my trust. Took my virginity. Chase.

That's probably not even his really name.

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Allison

Chase left my house pretty early. He said he had something he had to go and deal with. Maybe he has a dog or something he's taking care of. Getting up from my bed I walk out to the kitchen and see a picture taped to my fridge. It's a picture of me, the picture Chase took of me. I look okay in the photo, but my eyes look sad. I guess it was because I was in a new place with new people and out with some boy I didn't even know. Opening my fridge I reach inside and grab the block of cheese ripping off a huge chunk before grabbing a knife and the crackers. If I'm going to be alone tonight I might as well make the most of it.

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Chase

Making my way down the stairs I try not to let my excitement get the best of me. Today's the day! Elizabeth was a good choice at the time, but she could never really be enough for me. I knew if from the start that's what made it so much fun, yet the time has finally came.
The familiar stench fills my nostrils and I gladly take a deep breath, it's smells exactly how I want it to.
Like fear.

*saturday Allison's pov

The rest of my week boringly droned on. Groggy from the little sleep I got I roll off my bed and onto my cold wood floor. That gives me a little energy, but it's enough for me to get myself off the floor and walk out to the kitchen. Stumbling my way towards the fridge I pull out eggs, and milk before putting a pan on the stove and starting scrambled eggs. Once that's finished I serve myself a plate and shuffle towards the living room to eat. On my way past I see the mail came. Reaching towards the small pile I notice a letter directed to me. It's hand written.

Dear Allison

Hello Allison I hope you know I think you're gorgeous. I wish you could really know me, but it's obvious you cannot. If you did you would just hand this letter off with my name to the police and I would be arrested. Now we can't have that can we. Listen (or read I guess in this aspect ) I'm not a horrible person I just live for other people's suffering and you look perfect to fit the role. I want you to hurt. I want to hear your cries and screams as I hurt you. Keep you as my own. I hope someday we can meet.

All my love.

Underneath the note there was a photo. I recognize the person in it, but I can't place my finger on who it is. My head puts two and two together, the news the other day showed a girl gone missing, and here she is It's Elizabeth Whitney, the girl who went missing a little while ago. The thing is her face is sliced into a huge smile like the joker and a knife is deep in her chest stopping her air ways and at the time of the photo her life I'm guessing. Who ever sent me this is a killer and I'm who they want to kill next.

A/n sorry about the short update hopefully the contents enough. I wanted to get the action started as it's been a bit slow so far