The Psychopath's Revenge [Editing]

Chapter 4: Regret

When I look for these people, I look for someone to exploit, someone to expose all their weaknesses to themselves and leave them broken, hating themselves more than most of them already do. ~A female psychopath.

The dim lamp cast a small glow allover the dark room. Liana ate slowly, occasionally looking at the gun in the man's hand. He let her eat provided she didn't scream. She obeyed, knowing that one wrong move could end her life.

"I talked to your friend, today." He said, playing with his gun. "I offered to get you back home. All she needs to do is kill Cole."

Liana gasped. "You're a psycho. How dare you tell my friend to do something like that?"

"You and I had a deal."

"You haven't told me the particulars so it's not a deal yet."

"I thought it was clear. We both unite in revenge against our common enemy."

"Gina is not my enemy and you know that," she said. "Even if she was, I wouldn't tell her to do something like that. You're crazy."

"It's not my fault you said yes before asking about the contents of the deal."

"I was a little mad at her but I thought about it. I know she's helpless right now. Gina would do anything for me."

"So let her."

"I'll not let you do this to us."

"If she doesn't kill Cole, you'll either have to kill her or I kill you. Someone has to die."

"What sort of stupid game is this?"

"I don't know," he said, tying her up. "I'll tell one thing, though. I'm merely a player in this game. One day you'll know who the psycho behind this game is. Trust me, you won't believe it."

Who could that be? Who would want them to suffer? They didn't have major enemies.

"If this was my game, I'd have called your parents to let them know you're missing. I'd then kill and dump you in Gina's bedroom. Everyone would suspect Gina of wrongdoing and the police would arrest her. She was last seen with you and instead of reporting your disappearance, she chose to lie. Unfortunately, I'm just following orders."

He put his gun down and stood up. Walking towards Liana, he picked the gag. Liana cringed but opened her mouth, letting him tie it. He picked up the plate, lamp and gun then walked out of  the room. Liana shivered in the cold and painfully waited for morning.

He came back in the morning with a digital camera. Liana figured he'd just showered because he smelt of perfumed soap. She lowered her head towards her armpits and realized she needed a long warm shower.

"Work up some tears because your friend wants proof that I have you," he said, opening the blinds. Little rays of sunlight seeped into the room.

Liana closed her eyes, willing the headache to go away. She hadn't slept a wink. She felt a slap on her cheek and opened her eyes wide. The pain tore through her skin and tears cascaded down her cheek. The man took a photo and left the room.

Liana let the tears flow, hoping that one day, she'd get out of that hellhole. She'd look for the bastard and kill him with her own hands. She didn't deserve to be locked up in some dingy room in the middle of nowhere.

After a while, the man came back. He seemed to be smiling, judging by the shape of his lips. He was holding a carton of milk. "That'll convince your friend that I'm serious. If all goes well, you'll be out of this place by the end of the day. You should be very happy, dear Liana."

Liana wanted to believe him but she couldn't. He and whoever he worked with were not to be trusted. They were murderers who wanted someone else to do their work. She hoped Gina wouldn't do anything stupid like killing Cole.