Heaven

Chapter one - Meet you in hell

Her heavy breathing was the only thing she could hear. She was blind folded so everything was dark around her. Her body was shivering because the room she was kept in was ice cold. "A-Are you still here?" She whispered. Knowing that only moments ago the man that had kidnapped her from her home few days ago was beating her. But now he wasn't talking with his seductive voice anymore . No he was quiet. Was he asleep? Was he planing how to rape her or even kill her? She had no idea what the future would bring so all she could do was to  stay calm and listen to her her breathing.

Finally his voice broke the silent. His voice was cold, almost as cold as ice. "So impatient darling" He stood up from where he had been sitting and moved the chair right in front of her. "So we've been talking about the same thing for a really long time" Which was true. All he had been asking her about was her fathers money. Her father was a rich business man, or well a cheater would be a better word for him. He knew what he had to do to get what he wanted. "Now if you'll tell me what I want to hear I will set you free and you can go back to your daddy and he will give you everything you ever dream of" He leaned closer to her, so close that she could feel his breathing tickle her skin. "How many times do I have to tell you, he doesn't have any money, he lost it all months ago" She cried out. The man went silent again. "Lost it all?... Lost it all?!" He stood up from the chair, picked it up and threw it against the wall. "I need that money. You see he stole it from me, so I'm going to steal it back. But you're probably right, he most likely doesn't have any money at all, he lost it all like almost every single rich person in this god damned country" Heather nodded her head quickly trying her best to calm him down without saying anything directly to him. "But the thing is.. Even though he doesn't have money to pay me he will have to pay me one way or another, and if I guess correctly you are his favorite thing in this entire world?" Heather froze. She knew where this was heading. He was mad and he wanted revenge and he was going to hurt her to hurt her father. "W-What?" She stuttered. "Oh yes.. Should I tell you what I am goin-" His voice was cut off when the door quickly opened and in walked another man with heavy steps. He then stopped right in front of the kidnapper before he spoke with deep voice. "You should do what he tells you to do, you know" 

Her kidnapper froze, right before he turned around and stepped away. "Do you know who he is? He is the heartless beast, at least that's what everyone calls him" He said laughing loudly. "There, there that's enough" Her kidnapper said nervously. "Wait.... Haven't you told her what you do to people like her? Oh honey" He mumbled walking closer to her. "He's a killer, he's a thief and everything in between" Heather's heart started to beat really fast because she knew there wouldn't be any happy ending for her. This would be it. She would die in this dark room.  "That's enough" The kidnapper said as he and the other man walked out of the room and closed the door behind them

 Even though the door was closed she could hear them arguing clearly. "Derek I trusted you!" The man that had just walked into the room before screamed. "Well now you know better, didn't your parents ever tell you that you should never trust a thief?" Derek asked him. "You left me to rot in jail for three years! We were partners.. No we were brothers" The man cried, but derek only laughed louder. "Please you're lucky you didn't get thirty years.. Oh and brother I would have laughed if you would would have had to rot in jail for the rest of your life" with that the voices stopped.

Heather was lying on the ground. Her body was about to give up. She hadn't eaten or slept for days and she knew she wouldn't be able to fight anymore. The entire time she had been locked up in this room he had been beating her and starving, just for his entertainment. He truly was the heartless monester everyone were talking about.

Then out of no where she could hear the front door shut and heather sat up quickly. She knew that this could be her chance to get out of here. Her mind was like a fog as she tried her best to break free. She knew this was her last chance because when he would get back inside he would kill her. She began trying to do everything she could do to get the ropes off her wrists, and surprisingly within few minutes the rope got loose and she was able to break free. Then she took the blindfold off her face and for the first time she could see the room she had been held captive in for days.

She had never seen this place before. It was dark and there was nothing in it except from a bed and the chair Derek often sat in when he spoke to her. Quickly Heather stood up and ran towards the door. Her head was spinning as she opened the door carefully looking around the room but without seeing anyone in the house. She then ran towards the kitchen to find anything she could use to protect herself. Because she knew this was it. If she would fail she would die. So she had to get this right, she had to get away from him. She quickly opened everything in the kitchen trying to find anything she could use if he would find her and attack her and finally she found it. A knife. It was a large knife with a really sharp edge. It could easily kill him.. or her. 

Armed with the knife she started to walk slowly towards the front door but before she was able to do anything she could hear his voice again and then the door opened quickly and then she was standing face to face with the man that had kidnapped her. He was a tall dark haired guy, most likely in his mid twenties. His hair was messy and it looked like he hadn't been getting any more sleep then she had been getting since she got there. He looked so casual, nothing like she would think a kidnapper would look like. He was wearing ripped jeans and a leather jacket. While she expected her kidnapper to be a fat guy living in his parents basement. "Who do we have here?" He said grinning from ear to ear as he walked towards her. When he spotted the knife in her hand he raised his eyebrow biting his lip trying his best not to laugh. "What are you doing with that? Are you going to kill me?"

Would she kill him? Would she really kill him if she would have to? Probably not. Heather was a lot of things but a killer wasn't one of those things. "Yes I will" She said with a shakey voice. "Oh really? Aren't you a brave little girl?" He said tilting his head to the side walking even closer to her. So close that the edge of the knife was touching her chest. "Then do it, because you aint going to get out of here while I'm alive" 

Panic started to form inside of her as she turned around and started to run away from him. But she couldn't get very far. His firm arms grabbed her waist and puller her closer to him. "You're never getting away from me" He whispered softly in her ear kissing her cheek.

It happened so quickly. She wasn't sure how it happened really. She probably blocked it out, at least that's what people have been telling her. The only thing she remembered after that was when she watched him hit the ground. She stood over him still holding the bloody knife right before she leaned down to see if he was dead. He was lying in a pool of blood still breathing but barely alive. He then looked in her eyes and a cocky smile formed on his lips. "Don't worry hon, you'll meet me again in hell" WIth those words he took his last breath.