Hunting Season (Kelly Severide Love Story)

It Ends With You and Me

"OH, IS HE READY TO DIE FOR YOU, BABY? NO? BUT YOU KNOW I WAS, I'M FOND OF LIVING, BUT I WOULD HAVE GIVEN IT ALL FOR THE GIRL I LOVED"

Here we are face to face, all the blood, all the tears, all the almost deaths, all the crimes leading up to this.

I know it, and he knows it.

This is the end.

We aren't leaving this alive. 

He wastes no time overpowering me, tying the rope around my still sore wrists and pushing me up the stairs.

"It's brave of you to take her place," he whispers, "but you know what they say, there is a thin line between brave and just plain stupid," he taunts. "Let's see which one you are" he digs his knee into the bottom of my spine. 

I scream out in pain but it only amuses him, giving him the ammunition to cause me more pain. 

He digs his knee further into my back, closing his eyes and humming as though my screams and cries are music to his ears. 

Falling to my knees from the pain, he kicks me forward, my face landing on the gasoline-covered floor.

Digging his heel into my neck, forcing my head further into the ground until the ache kicked in. I'm still sore from the fight with Andrew, no more energy in my body to fight against this man. 

"You taste that?" I keep my mouth shut because I don't want the gasoline in my mouth, but the fumes engulf my senses. 

Dragging me up, he throws me into the corner of the room like a doll.

Grabbing my face so I am forced to look at him, all his burns and scars in their full glory, but that's not what scares me. It's the amusement in his smirk, the emptiness in his eyes, no emotion whatsoever. 

A true sociopath. 

Taking out his matchbox, he lights a single match with one hand, his secret talent.

"What if I put this down your throat?" He puts the match in my mouth, the heat from the small flame burns the top of my mouth but doesn't actually touch, at least not yet. "If I poured the gasoline down your throat? Would the fire burn you inside out?" His words have me shuddering.

I thought I could go against him, but I can't.

He wants to kill me in the most painful and gruesome way.

I underestimated how psychotic and torturous he would be towards me.

"We could always find out" he torments, "but we'll do that later" a sense of relief washes over me as he blows out the match. 

"We do have all night because you and I both know that your friends out there can't save you."

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Jessica's P.O.V.

"YOU HAVE TO LET ME BACK IN THERE!" I fight against the SWAT guys holding me back as they lead me away from the house. 

Slippery from the gasoline still dripping off me as they pull me over to the others.

"WE CAN'T LEAVE HER IN THERE! HE'S GOING TO KILL HER!" They don't hear my words, they just keep pulling me away. I kick and shift around, trying to get away from them but there are too many of them.

"You have to let me back in there!" I plead with Erin who frowns, her way of telling me that I am not going back into that house. 

Which means Olivia is as good as dead.