Mine (Jenlisa)

fourteen.

Jennie's POV~

She stared down at my body and I could see the reflection of myself in her eyes. They had gone darker. Like black coffee. Though, there is no anger in her eyes, only a horrible, and terrifying calm. Blood smeared across her bare chest where I had cut her with the razor.

I am about to die.

It had taken one second, one bad decision, one moment's hesitation, and that was it. I closed my eyes and willed myself not to scream. Maybe she will end it quickly. The rope bit into my wrists and ankles, my arms screamed in pain from where she had squeezed it.

"Kitten," she called out, "Kitten look at me."

I felt her weight shift on the bed, leaning over me. Terror seized me and I opened my eyes. She is here, hovering just above me, her eyes matched with mine.

"Are you scared to die now?" She asked.

"Please don't-" I started, but she brought her finger to my lips, and I stopped begging.

"Do you want to live?"

Another game? Or is this a real chance that she is giving me? I nodded yes slowly.

"Then I will let you live," she said, "See? I am not quite the monster you thought I was."

I let go of my breath I haven't remembered holding in. She reached over and opened the drawer beside her bed.

"First though," she said, "I told you to take what I want. You call it torture I think, but I rather enjoy it."

From the drawer, she pulled out a knife.

I began to scream.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, twisting away from her as she brought her knife up to my chest. I thought of the professor, of the pieces of skin stripped away from his body. Everything around me went black- the beautiful room, the expensive decorations. In the dim light, my eyes could not stop staring at the point of her knife.

"Stop moving kitten," she said, her voice calm under my screams. She pressed one hand down, her fingers spread across my collarbone. Her leg braced against my leg and no matter how I tried, I could not move.

She slid the knife under the middle of my bra, between my two breasts. My screams turned ragged as I ran out of breath, trying not to let my chest heave. The air had been sucked out of the room and there is no oxygen left. I will black out. I will-

She twisted the knife up and cut my bra in half with a single quick movement.

The noise coming from my throat now wasn't a scream. It is a high pitch while, a keening while I tried not to move. The blade of the knife was cold against my skin and she slide it down slowly, down over my belly. I imagined one more twist, my guts spilling out of my body.

Instead of the knife kept moving down, down, until she had slipped it under the fabric of my panties. It rested cold against me and then she moved again, yanking the knife up. I screamed again once, but the blade only slit the fabric.

"Darling kitten," she whispered. She pulled the straps of silk lingerie, leaving me completely naked. I choked on my breath as she reached over me, but she only set the knife back down in the drawer, and pushed it shut.

I needed my medication. I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate. The screams had taken all of my oxygen and around me the world is turning hazy.

Then she bent down and kissed me softly. All of a sudden, my world refocused on her eyes, her chocolate brown eyes. The haze receded. I could see every small detail of her face. Her dark shaped eyebrows. The curve of her lips swooping low on face. The highness of her cheekbones.