You can't "fix" a Psychopath

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I carefully thought about each detail of my plan, and how easy it would be to gain his trust. I opened my laptop and started typing at the speed of light. Within minutes, I had given the government two very important pieces of information about Jim, and I made sure he would find out. Then I ate my waffles.

Later that day

I heard a knock at my door. I tucked my gun underneath my shirt and I opened the door. A short man with a goatee and a black suit was on the other side. He turned around and walked down the steps. Without a word I followed him out of the building into a taxi. As soon as I sat down I felt dizzy. My vision was blurred, and just before I blacked out, I saw a tiny tranquilizer dart sticking out of my arm. When I woke up I was in an ancient wooden chair, and my hands were tied behind my back. It looked as if I was in a very old, and condemned shack. If I had to guess, I'd say that I was a little north of "The Middle Of Nowhere". I struggled to pull my hands out of the ropes when out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. Jim walked out of the farthest corner of the room and frowned. I finally slipped my hands out of the ropes and grabbed my gun.

He walked in front of me and leaned down until his face was only centimeters from mine. He reached behind my back, Grabbed my gun, and pushed it against my throat. He whispered, "If you betray me again, I will end you." Tears were streaming down my face as I whimpered, "I don't w-w-wanna work for t-them anymore. J-just you." I watched the back of his hand strike my face before I fell to the ground, and tried to hold in a scream. He knelt down to my level, and in a voice that could have passed for the devil's, he said, "You will NEVER just "Work For Me" because I own you. You will do as I say when I say it, and there is nothing you can do about it. You no longer have free will, only my will. I can finish you whenever I want. You will only be free, when you stop breathing." He let out a quick laugh before knocking me out with the handle of my gun. So much for my plan.

I woke up in my bed, at my house. It was almost as if nothing had happened, but the hand shaped bruise on my cheek said otherwise. I moaned with pain as I attempted to get up, but I quickly decided to stay down and get some more sleep. My side was killing me and I had an explosive headache. After a few minutes, I had drifted off into a painless sleep. That night, for the first time in months, I didn't have a nightmare. It was as if the man that continuously haunted my dreams was saying, "It's ok, you can sleep. I have my revenge now."