Christmas with a psycopath

part 3

This guy was officially insane! We drove in silence! It was hours before he said something. "What's your name?" he asked. "What?" i asked looking at him like he was crazy. "Your name? I dont know your name?" "Jypsie, my name is Jypsie." "Jypsie? Pretty name." "Thanks... i guess. What's your name?" He laughed. "You dont need to know." "What do you mean?" "YOu dont need to know. If you get out of here i dont want you telling the cops." "If?" "You really think you're getting out of this alive?" ALive? Oh god  this is not going as well as i hoped. I should start thinking about how i was going to get out of this. I looked out the window and searched my posssiblities. "Jypsie?" the man asked snapping me out of my zone. i looked at him. "What's wrong?" he asked "Besides the obvious?" i said. Hey i can be a jerk when i'm angry. "This is fun for you dont deny it. I know you." What??? How can he know me? I just met him??  "yeah this is real fun," i said sarcasm dripping from my voice. I looked back out the window and continued thinking.

Hourse passed before we puleld up to a small house. It was like a cottage just a little bigger. It looked abandoned. "Home at last," the guy sighed as he got out. he came back a second latter and handed me a parka. "Put this on," he said. I  slid the parka on and got out. the minute i got out i was freezing. The parka was like nothing compared to this. I pulled the parka closer around my neck and walked toward the house. th eguy was holding the door open for me. Once inside he closed and locked the door. Well that plan just flew out the window. I pulled off the parka and handed it to him. "What do you want me to call you? I mean i dont know your name," i said trying to make this less awkward. "James," he said. "I'm guessing that's not your real name." "You are correct." He sat on the coach. I looked around the room. I'm guessing we're in the living room. There was a coach in the middle of the room with a tv in front of it, a small table sat on a rug inbetween that. There was a kichen off to my right wich looked like any other kitchen. there was a hall way next to that, but i dont know where that went. "Sit," James said. "Huh?" i asked looking back at him. "Sit," he repeated. I shook me head and leaned against the wall. I didnt want to sit anymore. "Why?" he asked. "What do you mean?" "I dont feel like sitting anymore," i said. "What's wrong?" "Why do you keep asking me that? Its not like it matters." "Why wouldnt it matter?" "Because i'm just going to die anyway." It seems more real when i say it. He smiled. "Your right you are just gonna die, in the end. Untill then have some fun." Well that didnt scare me. I stood up and started wandering. I could feel James' eyes on me as i walked. I found a bedroom and just laid on the bed. I was beyond tierd! I layed there face down and fell asleep. Well i tried before James walked in. "Are you going to sleep like that?" he asked i could hear the smirk in his voice. "Yes," i said into the pillow. He laughed, I felt him lay next to me. "What are you doing?" i asked looking at him. "Sitting, what does it look like?' he said matter-of-factly. "Why?" "I dont want you to escape now do i?" "Do you have to be like right there?" "Yes." I sighed and rolled over. This was not going well.

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