Chases pov :
I'm torn. Allison is a completely new thing to me. I want to hold her and love her but at the same time I want to taste her blood on my fingers as she screams in agony. Just kill her it will be a lot more fun. Oh or torture her and then kill her. It's tempting but I can't. I love her. No you don't she's a filthy whore. Kill her. Fuck! I don't know what to do here. I've never been in this situation before. Either they're perfect or they aren't but she's both. I sat outside her room all night listening to her cry in her sleep her ragged breaths slightly arousing.
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Allison's mom went back to work so getting into her house was super easy. The cop recognized me from the hospital and I faked tears over her being lost.
It still smells the same even though no one has been here. Heading up to Allison's room I run my hands over the railing of the stairs nearly running with anticipation. Allison's bed is neatly made and all of her clothes are picked up. Obviously her mom came in here, my Allison is messy. She's not yours she said so remember. Fuck off. She loves me and even if she doesn't I'll make her. Picking up her book bag I stuff it full with clothes and other belongings before picking up her pillow and placing it under my arm. She's going to be so happy. Everything she could ever need. She's lucky she has me to take care of her.
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Allison's pov :
The stuffy air brings me out of my blissful dream and into reality. It feels like a smack to the face as the smell hits me. My dried vomit and blood mixed with human liquids makes the most complex and disgusting sensation my nose has ever experienced almost making me vomit again. Swallowing the only food in my stomach I try to get up only to be reminded I'm tied to the chair. The burning in my wrists doubling as the ropes dig deeper into the skin. Fresh blood soaks them and runs down my fingers the feeling from it both warm and cold at the same time.
In all the time I've spent here I've never gotten a good sleep and it's starting to catch up on me. My eyelids feel heavy even though I've just woken and I can feel the bags under my eyes deepening. I still hold on to the idea of leaving, yet I know it will never happen. The smell of fresh air only a idea to me the memory of it slowly fading as time passes by. All I want is to hear laughter again, to see a flower in bloom, or even just hold a blade of grass in my fingers. All of these things I took advantage of not knowing I would never see them again. Now that's it's to late I wish I had gone outside more. Hung out with people more. I've barely lived and already I want to die. A creaking floor board brings me out of my cloud of self loathing and my heart threatens to beat out of my chest as fear cascades over my entire body. He's going to hurt you bad. Just let him. Push him. Eventually he'll kill you. Don't think because he gave you food he still loves you. In his eyes you're a dirty slut who deserves to die. You just gotta make him kill you.
"Allison I've brought you something." He says happily completely confusing me. Don't be confused he just wants you to think he's happy so that you won't expect what's going to happen. Or maybe he is happy. He seemed happy when he stuck that cigatette in your thigh. Ignoring the voice of reason I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep but to no avail. Cold fingers wrap around my shoulder and begin to gently shake me.
"Allison wake up princess I have something for you." He says placing a pillow behind my head. Not opening my eyes I lean onto the heavenly thing and breath a sigh of relief as the pain in my neck drastically decreases.
"Thank you." I say my voice suddenly stronger since I ate yesterday.
"You're welcome princess. I hope you are happy that's all I want. Is for you to be happy." My heart involuntarily jumps at his words and I find myself craving more. I can't still like him. He's done so much to me, yet as his face comes towards mine and his lips get closer I can't help the feelings I get. I know what I must do.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I shout at him. "You think just because you give me a pillow I'll love you. Think again" confusion and saddness cover his face before being replaced by anger. Turning he walks out the door only to return soon with a small item in his hands. A knife. Finally he's going to do it. Opening the knife he steps closer to me and holds the knife up.
"You're lucky I love you." He says before calmly cutting the ropes off of my wrists and walking away.
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The camera man
Mystery / Thriller(In editing) She thought she was finally becoming friends with someone, a camera man with a good eye and even better sense of humor, but that was before she saw his camera roll. "Who is this?" I questioned "What the fuck. did I say you could look a...
