Look Into My Eyes... Now Die For Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

You stumble through the corridor, a fearful whine just rising up your throat. You are deathly afraid that he's going to come after you. Yet at the same time, you wished he would come for you. Such conflicting feelings.

You just run, because if you stopped, you would be caught and punished. Being punished was the least of your thoughts. Seeing him again, seeing his disappointment and confusion at you was what you were terrified of. You wanted nothing more to make him smile, but you didn't know how to. It was just something about him that makes you want to cry. There is something about him that makes you want to smile.

Your breath is trying to catch up with you as you duck through corridor after corridor. You hear voices and footsteps. You don't look back, but just running blindly. You are convinced that this place was just a maze that he made for you, and you are half-convinced that he is watching right now, laughing at the tears of desperation in your eyes. You are gripping tightly to your weapon, the katana that he had given you and told you to use when the time came. You are afraid to know who the blood coating the blade belongs to.

You come to a crossroad, unsure which route to take. You don't know where to run to. All you know is that he had told you to run and don't stop. That is all you needed to do for him. It was just something about his blue eyes that makes you just obey him.

When he had first met you, he looked you in the eye, then told you to love him. Immediately, you fell head over heels for him. He made you, then a pure virgin, strip yourself naked in front of him while he watched in enjoyment on the bed. He held you eye contact the entire time and told you to help him out of his offending clothes. After that was done, you helplessly obeyed when he told you to give him a good blowjob.

You did it. He told you to open up for him afterwards, and though he hadn't been looking at you while he licked your lower folds, watching with sick fascination as you got wet for the first time, it was just something about him that made you stay. You weren't even sure what you felt for him.

Fear. You feared him and his unexplainable power over you. But he was always so gentle and firm. He never demanded, he never shouted or yelled at you. He never once hit you and he tried to make things better when he hurt you the first time he had sex with you. Everything he made you do, he told you. But you had the voice to say no. Though you were sure that you could walk away whenever you felt like it, you somehow didn't.

Somehow, he made you love him back. Hopelessly.

"My Kitty, I'm here." He speaks calmly suddenly, and you come to a halt, turning to see him from one of the doorways of the corridor. He beckons you into the room and you obey, still afraid, but somehow relieved that he is here with you.

He locks the door behind you and then grabs you by the arm. He wrenches the katana away from your hand and throws it away in a careless direction, ignoring it entirely.

"Kitty, do you still have it?"

He always called you Kitty, despite the fact that it wasn't your name. He had told you before that he loved cats and kittens, and it was only by affection that he gave you such a nickname.

You withdraw the items in your pocket quickly. He had made you carry a spare empty phone, a fake phone chip, gloves for him and a syringe that was filled with a strange, suspicious colourless liquid. He had told you to not ask about it, and you didn't.

"Good Kitty. You know I love you." He says, but his hands are busy changing his phone, transferring data over to the other phone chip.

You remain silent and stand by him, watching him as he did his work. He is dressed in all black, and he is carrying a suspicious backpack.

Once he is done, he drops his old phone carelessly on the table, then moves towards the window. He begins to draw out wires and ropes, and you watch as he hooks a carabineer on a strong, sturdy window grille. He switches the gloves he had been wearing with the one you brought with you, then shoves the syringe in your hands after he is done with everything.

Outside, the door was banging. Agents were demanding that you surrender quietly.

He sits at the window sill, watching the traffic downstairs. It is an extremely long way down, and you fear very much for his life.

"Come here, Kitty." He says, not even looking at you. You obey immediately.

He gives you a short but passionate kiss on your lips.

"You know I love you." He repeats, and you nod understandingly.

He takes you gently with both hands on your face, sitting stably on the window sill.

"Look into my eyes." He says, and it is the first time he requested it. He had never asked for you to look into his eyes before. It had just been you inexplicably drawn to his eyes, obeying him without thinking all this while.

"Now die for me." He says firmly, eyes going to the syringe that you hold gingerly in your hand. You don't even ask why. You don't even flinch.

You put the needle up the inside of your elbow, and pressed the plunger. You didn't know what it was inside the syringe, but you know you are going to die.

You take a step back, and he let you go. He is still looking at you forlornly; the door is still holding up so far. But the two of you are running out of time.

"You know I love you." He says a third time.

That must be the trigger, because pain fills you everywhere. It fills every inch of you. Before you can even react, you fall to the floor, muscles spasming. You feel nothing, but you see his sad eyes on you.

He turns away, finally breaking eye contact.

He grabs hold of his rope, and jumps down, out of your sight. Out of your short, short life.

The door crashes. You close your eyes. You fall into the now-painless embrace of death.

Someone pressed fingers under your neck.

"She's still alive! Someone get the ambulance!"

You stop breathing.

Though you can't hear anything anymore, the agent who had asked for an ambulance for you curse aloud, throwing his gun to the floor.

"Damned! That bastard got away again. Another Kitty's gone."