Abduction [l.t. a.u.]

XI. killjoy

Chapter 11:

*WARNING* this chapter will contain some gruesome/graphic scenes that may not be suited for some readers. I recommend skipping over the kill if you have a light stomach

Marabella

Today is the day. It is day thirteen of the fourteen day cycle, which also happens to be the day of Emma's death. I hate sounding so morbid, but I'm excited. I can't wait until I can get my second kill under my belt so we can move on to a whole other family.

"Are you ready, Bells?" Louis asked me as we drove out into Wyoming, looking for the perfect place to not be heard.

"Is it bad that I'm excited?" I ask, picking at my cuticles, suddenly remembering how louis used to push down on them until the point of bleeding. My finger has pretty much healed and Louis removed the stitches in my cheek earlier today, so I'm healing pretty well. The words carved into my skin are starting to scar, and I kind of think they're beautiful.

Before you even ask, no I am not mad at him for doing this to me. I understand why he done it, so I have no hard feelings about it. I shudder when I think about the pain, but I'm completely okay with it. I don't even think I would be too upset if he done it again.

"Not at all, sweetheart. That's how you should feel about it," Louis briefly looks at me before pulling off the road and until we come to a stop that seems to be far away from any human contact.

"So how exactly are we going to skin her?" I ask as we head back to the torture room.

"I'm not sure to be honest. I've never skinned anybody alive before," he shrugged and opened the door.

"Please don't do this," Emma said with silent tears running down her cheeks. She was laying on the cool, metal table in only her bra and underwear. I felt a small twinge of guilt wave over me, knowing that I could very well have been the one laying on that table preparing to face my inevitable death instead of her.

"Sorry, sweetie, but we've already made it this far. We can't stop now," Louis laughed and took his shirt and pants off, nearly folding them and placing them in one of the cabinets. "Come on, Bella. You can leave your undergarments on. I just don't want to have to get rid of any more evidence that I have to."

"Okay," I followed his steps and he handed me a butcher's apron and a pair of rubber gloves. I put them on and pulled my hair up.

"Piece of advice, Emma, struggling makes the suffering last longer. This isn't my first rodeo, so I just hope that you'll trust me when I say: don't move, stay still. I want to help you as much as I can." Louis flashed her his infamous sinister smile and started applying some extra restraints to keep her from moving. "Feel free to scream if you like. Nobody can hear you here."

"Louis maybe we should, you know, kill her first." I said, starting to feel actually bad about this.

"Marbella, you were the one that wanted to skin her alive in the first place," Louis started raising his voice at me.

"I know, but-"

"But what?" He cut me off and slung something across the room, "Do you feel bad or something? Are you feeling guilty because it's her and not you? Well you need to get your head in the game and just be greatful that I didn't kill you when I wanted to. You are lucky to be alive and you shouldn't feel guilty about it. You always have a choice: to die or to be the one that pulls the trigger. And if you want to be the weak one that constantly lives in fear and dies, then so be it; it's not my problem. I just gave you the opportunity to take control and be the one to kill. I just wish you would give me a chance."