Enter Apathy

Sadistic (7.)

Lilliana twists the key Kalaraja gave her into the lock, and feels satisfaction flow through her skin in small waves when she hears the soft click of his front door unlocking. She opens the door and steps in without any hesitation. Her eyes graze over the items in his living room. It's simplistic. The walls are dark auburn. Brown bookshelves, two big and one small, line the wall adjacent to a small window facing the backside of a grey couch that sits on top of a blue, fuzzy carpet. It dominates the room. It's nice, but this isn't what she's looking for. While she waits for Kalaraja to arrive, she wants to explore him; the pieces that no one else sees, his bedroom. He's the last person she'll know. She makes her way out of the living room and through the hallway. It leads into the kitchen, which is a total contrast in mood. The walls are a warm orange shade. It reminds her of the first days of Fall. The counter tops are made of marble, the fridge is black, and a small wooden bar with red-cushioned stools make up for the lack of a kitchen table. The floor is made of black and white diamond tiles. The sink is wide and empty. She guesses he definitely prefers a clean house. No family photos, no mess laid about, and no pets. It seems like such a lonely life. But then again, Lilliana lives the exact same way. Well, lived.

       To the left, a brown door with a heavy padlock catches her eye, and she wanders toward it. She fiddles with the lock, not really trying to open it, just curious. She wonders what could be behind it. Why he would need to lock it from the outside? Lilliana's eyes widen as she stares at the door. Oh. He's a hitman, and he probably does more than just kill his victims. He definitely tortures some of them.

        Absentmindedly, she wonders if he gets paid more when he tortures and kills them. She starts to turn around- then her eyesight turns black and she hits the ground, hard.

        Ouch. A headache pounds Lilliana's brain. What happened? Her eyelids struggle to part. Slowly, they flutter open. A small light bulb hangs from the center of the ceiling, offering little-to-no light. It gently swings from side to side, encouraging the pounding in her head to increase as she focuses vision. Lilliana tries to move her limbs. A new soreness announces itself. She can't move her arms; they're tied above her head, suspended from the ceiling, and her muscles are screaming out to her. This has been her position for awhile. Across the room, she barely makes out the brown door. Oh. So she must be on the other side of the door she found in the kitchen. Lilliana lightly shakes her head. This is it; this is when she dies. He likes to cause pain, and that's exactly what he's going to do to her. She should've known as soon as she was hit over her head. A soft laugh escapes her throat, evoking Kalaraja to ask her what's so funny. She hadn't thought he was in here with her, but isn't surprised when she hears him speak. 

"I don't know what I expected, honestly. I knew that my death would come, but I didn't think it would come as a surprise. I was pretty prepared for it," Lilliana answers his question.

A smirk dances across Kalaraja's face, "Of course you did. Which is why I ripped that from you-" He points to himself -"Sadist, remember?" 

Lilliana leans her head against her right bicep, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You like pain, I get it. You gave me a righteous headache, if that makes you feel giddy or whatever." She's smirking as much as he is.

"I guess you'd like to know what I did to Kroj, wouldn't you?" Kalaraja leans forward in a shoddy folding chair. 

Lilliana stares at him for a moment, then looks up at her bonds, "Yeah, that would be nice right about now."

"I tied him up to the same ropes you're held up by, right now. He didn't wake up half as pleasantly as you. He swore at me in Czech a bunch, as if it would make a difference." Kalaraja lets out a chuckle, "He asked if I knew who he was, and I told him that yes, I did. And then I told him that I am the bubák. Basically Czech for bogeyman. I told him that I am the one that whispers under his bed at night, and that I am the one that would make him pay for his sins. For beating people to death. For ripping families apart. But I'm not going to tell you everything I did to him, I'm going to show you."