Mine (Jenlisa)

seventeen.

Lisa's POV~

Her eyes were bleary; she must not have slept well.

Pity.

"Why don't you untie me?" she asked as I offered her a piece of egg roll.

"I have to go," I said, "I can't leave you untied when I leave the house."

"Where are you going?" she isn't eating. I am slightly irritated.

"Out."

The shadow is back. It had come back in the night, after so many days of being chased away. I know I have to find a new victim. Not to kill right away, but soon.

There has been a man I have been researching. A politician, one who enjoyed whoring around, and beating his wife. He would sleep with his intern too, a fourteen year old girl. She had come out of the building once I was there, her hair mussed, her eyes rimmed red with tears. I watched him as he spoke to her in the parking lot, threatening  her; bending he against the hood of his Audi. The thought made me shiver with dread. Yes. That would do it. That will drive the shadow back. An indulgence, to kill twice in a month, but I deserved it for dealing with such a hassle. That all she is, my pet, a small hassle. I pushed the egg roll into her mouth and she chewed. Chewed, chewed, and swallowed.

"What were you dreaming about last night?" she asked.

Her shoulders were relaxed, even tied up. Her lips were pink and tempting.

"I didn't dream,: I brushed off.

"You did. You were talking in your sleep."

"I don't remember."

"Were they nightmares?"

My eyes snapped back to hers. Clever one, she thought she is. And she is clever, but not clever enough. I didn't know what she had heard last night. The screams of the man I'd been killing in my dream? The cries of my mother?

"No." I said.

"What happened to your mother?"

It was a guess, nothing more. I could tell. She is pushing, trying to figure me out. There is nothing to figure out little kitten. Push too far and you will see darkness. I tossed the last piece of egg roll onto the plate.

"Goodbye," I said and stood up before I could get any angrier.

The shadow is already creeping up around, clawing its way back in.

Jennie's POV~

Hours passed. I struggled to untie the knots at my wrists, but I only drew the rope tighter. Hunger made my stomach growl. I wished I had eaten more for breakfast.

What if she was serious? What if she left to try to kill herself? What if I was stuck here by myself? Fear ran through me and I have no way to tamp it down. Normally, I would pop a pill when I get too anxious, but there is no ill here. I couldn't reach anything. The ropes tightened around my wrists and I began to breathe heard.

Calm down Jennie. Calm the fuck down. Don't freak out. If you freak out-

The door downstairs opened and I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. She is whistling. Strangely enough, I am relieved. She opened the bedroom door and walked on, a bounce in her step. "I come bearing good news," she said, hopping to my side, and leaning over the bed. She was- oh God. She is untying me. First my ankles, then my wrists. I rolled my wrist, getting the circulation back. She whistled as she undid the last knot. (A/N: Stream whistle guys!) I had never seen her so... upbeat.  I wondered what the news is. "'Put on a dress for me will you kitten? Do this one thing for me today." She went to the closet and threw down the remaining dresses that she had brought me.