a great mess ✔️

WO chap.3

As I finished my last spoon, he came back to the room with another set of keys in his hand. I raised my eyebrows at him but he just smiled widely at him. His cold gaze and dark aura suddenly gone, to god knows where.

"C'mon, follow me," He said, making hand gesture so I would hurry the hell up. He led me to another hall, before opening the third door on the right.

"You'll sleep here start tonight, but don't get any ideas about running out."

And since then, I'm trapped in this house. Well yes, I wasn't treated like a kidnapper victim like before but still, I miss the free air and outside world. The freshest air I could get is that one from the back yard with a pool and flowers garden

Even though I got really great facilities here, such as; a huge room that completed by heater and AC, queen-sized bed, desk, and also a huge closet. I can casually enter and exit this room and then wander around the house like it was my home. He even gave me the access to the back yard too so I can use the pool and somehow get fresh air, as long as I didn't plan on running away, he said.

Let's be honest here, I have a set of plans to get outta here and just run away, far, far from him. But I never showed it to him. George treated me like I was his friend, best friend even. He always invited me to the movie marathon he has, he bought me clothes, he cooks me great meals, and sometimes he also asked me to join him cooking the dishes. If he treated me like this from the beginning, I would probably never ever think that he's a serial killer.

But on the other side, every three nights he'll come home all bloody and smiley like the sick man he is. He would go to my room, kissing my forehead, before pressing the blood-covered knife he used to my cheek. Trailing it slowly all around my cheek, pressing it hard enough to smear the blood to my cheeks, but still soft enough so my cheeks won't bleed.

And in the morning, I'll wake up with blood-stained cheek and George would get me breakfast-on-bed completed with a cup of English breakfast tea. He would put it on my lap, before he sat down beside me, hugging me from aside while he told me how 'sweet' the experience he got last night was. And me? I would try my best to not throw up every bite that I swallowed inside. I mean, how could I not? He told me every single bit of it with no detail left. But I should still be grateful somehow. At least he took it easy on me.

"Reece, c'mon! Wake up" He said, shaking my body softly. It's the usual three nights and I was so flabbergasted to see my cheek blood-stain-free and also no breakfast on my lap.

"I'm up. What's up?"

"Wanna go on a date?" He asked timidly with hopeful eyes.

"A what?"

"A date, with me, do you want to?" I looked at him with wide eyes, turning his cheeks into a rosy colour. I kept silent, examining his feature hoping to see some sign of joke or lie, but I found none.

"I get it if you don't wanna" He mumbled before slowly getting up from my bed.

"No, George, wait" He looked at me with sad blue eyes, making every hesitation left my brain.

"I'll go." I flashed him a reassuring smile that made his blue eyes lights up in a way I've never seen before. He threw himself on me, hugging me like a koala. I hugged him back hesitantly, feeling his smiling on my neck.

"Alright, I'll let you freshen up first. I'll meet you downstairs" He kissed me on the cheek before scurried off.

Well, that was new.

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What do you guys think gonna happen next? 😶