No One Lives *Yandere*

Chapter 5

Emma laid on the couch. She saw him. She saw that bastard. She looked at the group in front of her. Emma's fingers went under the shirt she was wearing, to trace the scar on her belly. 

His mark on her.

She remembered waking up to him stitching her back up. She remembered a lot of things about being under his grasp. Of being in that damn pit. She always would look up from the mattress that was given to her.

She wondered where she was. How long she would have to stay down there? If she'd ever see her family again. How long she has been here? Would they kill her? 

Her thoughts kept her sane. 

Her will to survive kept her sane.

She remembered waking up in the pit, with him once again watching her. He would tell her that watching her sleep made him feel at ease. That I looked so peaceful.

Emma found it creepy.

He would ask her things. Personal, and not personal. 

But when she would ask to personal questions, like his name, he would get angry at her, if she pushed him, made him made, he hit her. But he never touched her in places he shouldn't, like her private areas. 

Though from the way he looked at her, she knew that he wanted to.

He wanted her. 

But never forced her. 

He tested her a lot. 

Tested her to see if she was loyal to him. 

Emma remembered the night before she woke up to him stitching her belly up. She was lost in thought when he came in with her food. He dressed causal, a pair of gray sweatpants and a navy blue zipped up hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath. 

She looked at him as she turned to face him. He smiled at her and sat the food on the mattress. She looked at the food. McDonalds. She grabbed it and pulled the food out. She gobbled the sandwich and fries down. 

He watched her eat the food he brought her. When she finally stopped eating, she looked at him. She knew that he wouldn't ever let her go. Not alive at least. She's seen his and his sister's name. 

He had been leaning against the wall away from her while she was eating. But now he pushed himself off the wall and walked over to her. She shot up and backed away from him. But with every step back she took, he took a step closer to her.

Emma froze when her back hit the wall. He stopped in front of her. He reached over and grabbed some of her pretty white blonde hair. Though now it was dark with dirt. 

She was in need of a shower. 

"You are so beautiful. You know I love you right?" He whispered to her. She nodded. "Yes." Emma whispered. "I know that you don't love me yet, but you will. I promise that." He said now stroking her cheek. She flinched and moved her face away as he did so.

She knew that he wanted her to go threw Stockholm Syndrome. But it wont ever happen.

"You know Emma, I have a medical background. And there was something I found humorous." She gasped seeing him pull out a sharp box cutter. Her eyes widened and she tried to push herself threw the pit's walls that were behind her back.

"Did you know that there's an artery on the neck. If sliced, the person will die a slow and painful death? Its not like in the movies where they die really quick." He walked over to the door and grabbed the first aid that was given to her incase she tripped.