Mine (Jenlisa)

eleven.

Lisa's POV~

Why am I so interested in her? It makes no sense. There is a spark of something inside of her that draws me from behind the dark shadow to peer out. No other woman has ever been able to draw me out.

It is not that I don't love the women I brought home. It is more than that. I hated them. Every one of them. Gold-diggers. Idiots. They looked at me and saw what they wanted to see and didn't look any further. Cleaned up, I was their fantasy- a smoky billionaire tempting them into bed, a lawyer whispering dreams of Paris into their ears, a young CEO who would sweep them away from their boring useless lives.

That, perhaps, was why she drew me out. She had looked at her boring, useless life, and tried to escape it without anyone to help her. She had taken a look at the world, and said... no.

I admired that.

Some might say that suicide is for cowards. I dare them to hold a razor to their wrists and say it as they slice into their own flesh. There aren't a lot of things out there that scare me. I have put a knife through a man's heart. I have seen blood spurt and froth forward from the lips of the dying on my table. And yet, the thought of killing myself terrifies me, sends a shudder out from my hands, and through my arms.

The shadow smiles inside me. It knows that there is only one other thing that terrifies me and that is running out of people to kill.

I clasped the necklace around her, caressing her collarbone, and thought that she was doing very well. The handcuff was gone from her wrist, but this gold chain was one that would bind her even more tightly to me. There is still some secrets she has yet to reveal to me, but I knew I would be able to take her soon. Then she will be mine, mine for good.

Mine forever.

"Come upstairs kitten," I said to her, turning her gently around, "I have another present for you."

Jennie's POV~

Following Lisa up the stairs, I wondered if she knew about the razor. It wouldn't have surprised me to know that she was simply teasing me. How could I use it anyway? If I held it wrong, or not tightly enough, all I will do is injure her. And anger her. I did not want her to be angry at me. I saw what she did to people who angered her. Whether it is true or not that she only kills bad people, I thought she could probably find an excuse to kill the girl who'd witnessed her murdering someone.

She led me up through the house. Every step I took was slow, savored. The light was bright here and though it  burned my eyes, I couldn't get enough. I had been stuck down in the darkness for too long. Maybe if I let her do what she wanted to me, she would let me out from there. Maybe-

No. I will not sell myself for a better cage. I steeled myself and continued up the stairs behind her. She led me into the bathroom and I took my time. I put toothpaste on my finger and brushed my teeth. I am not about to use a serial killer's toothbrush.

When I went to leave though, she stopped me, and walked past me in the room.

She sat at the edge of the bathtub and turned on the faucets. Steaming water poured into the cream colored granite tub. I stood in the doorway and watched.

"What are you doing?" I obliviously asked. Lisa looked up as though surprised I was still there.

"You are going to take a bath," she answered, "That is your second present kitten."

I almost melted inside. It has been nearly a week since I bathed.

"Thank you," I thanked. She stayed though and when the bath was full she made no movement to leave.