Scream For Me

Chapter 9

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Brown eyes opened and saw nothing, everything was so dark.

Her eyes adjusted after a moment at the same time as pain washed through her body.
Her head throbbed dully with pain and her arm felt like it was on fire. Alyssa let a small groan of pain slip past her lips and suddenly something cold was pressed to her throat.

She reopened her eyes and felt her heart rate sky rocket as she stared up into his mask again.

"Make a move and I'll slit your throat." Movement caught her eyes and she saw Rex padding over to them. Ghostface kept the knife near her throat, the threat still there, even as he leaned back against the couch. She wanted to move, her leg was numb and she really wanted to at least be sitting up. Being laid out on the floor made her feel completely defenseless.

"Rex?" the image finally caught up to her muddled brain. She began to sit up and the blade as pressed tightly against her skin.

"He's alive?" the dog licked her face before sitting next to the killer's outstretched legs.

"I soaked the bone in tranquilizers." He pet the large dog and its tail wagged.

So much for animals being good judges of character.

"Why haven't you killed me?" she questioned and sat up, pushing his arm away, her leg was still pinned, it wasn't like she was going anywhere anyway.
She cried out when the blade bit into her side, it was just a small gash, but it had still hurt! She glared at the man and was tempted to punch him.

"Would you prefer I kill you?"

The girl quieted and he frowned. Why hadn't he killed her yet again? Of course he wouldn't kill her in her sleep she thought.
She had attacked him, had the guts to spit on his face, there was no way he would let her off that easy. He was going to torture her... well she would fight him every step of the way.

"If you're going to kill me, do it."

"Why didn't you call out for help?"

"there's no one here."

"Why not try and call the police?"

"If they could do something about you than they would have already." Her voice caught in her throat.

"You killed Terra and her mom was a police officer." Tears pricked her eyes again as she thought of the people he'd already killed, and how he had done it.

She pressed on the cut, blood trickled through her fingers but she knew she needed to apply pressure and she hissed lightly at the pain it caused her.

"Why are you still here?" She glanced at the clock, it was already nearing seven, her dad would be home soon. Maybe if she kept him talking her dad would find her and call the cops.

"I'm curious. You're the first to oppose me so drastically, all of the others cried, begged me for their lives. You haven't."

"Well don't expect me to! You sick bastard, as if I would give you the satisfaction!" in a split second he was an inch from her face and his knife was pressed against her cheek. Her eyes widened with fear but she said nothing and did not flinch away.

"See, that's it. This fire, this will that you have. It's so very different than what most people would do if they were trapped, injured, and at the mercy of a murderer."

The blade ran over her cheek lightly leaving a trail of her blood, but not cutting the skin.

"I don't want you to beg for your life. If you did you wouldn't live a second longer." He stood.

"You will be seeing me more often but I don't plan on killing you, unless you give me away. If you do that then I will kill everyone close to you. That fire that you have is something far to amusing to waste."

She heard the lock on the front door and although she couldn't see it, she felt him send her a wicked smile before taking off down the hallway; a second later she heard the back door opening in time with the front.

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