KILLER | MP ✓

sette.

'you need to get out of there! now!'

— elora

it was a tuesday evening and me and mariano were sitting in the living space watching tv but mariano wouldn't stop asking me questions about mattia.

"how long has he been at the asylum for?" he asks and i shrug. "around almost two or three months." i answer and he nods.

"what floor is he on?" he asks after a minute of silence. "three."

"what room number?" he asked and i gave him a weirded out look. "why do you wanna know all this shit for?" i almost giggle from awkwardness. mar just shrugs. "are you going to answer the question?"

"oh um, room two hundred and six now can you quit with the questions and watch the tv?"

"right, damn. sorry."

+

it was now wednesday and i was walking to mattia's room.

when i'd got home the morning that i had stayed with mattia mariano was nowhere to be found.

i'd called him but only for the phone to go to answer machine. when he came home later on in the evening i was furious. he'd asked me to marry him and part of marriage is trust and that is one thing i can't do right now with him.

he kept begging for my forgiveness and said he'd make it up to me but i didn't want to make up that way. i wanted him to take me out to dinner or something not have sex and plus, it wasn't even love making it was just a rough fuck that he thought i'd enjoy when in fact it was the complete opposite.

"morning, mattia." i said as i walked through the door and saw that he had a grin on his face. "what's wrong?" i ask and put my handbag down on the table.

"would you like to do a favor for me?" he raises an eyebrow and leans forward. "depends. what's in in for me?"

"whatever you want i'll get."

"but how?" i cross my arms across my chest. "you're stuck in this place."

"aha," he quickly gets up and holds his finger up. "now you see, princess , that's the favor. i want you to break me out."

"no, no, no," i shake my head and walk away from him and over to his bed where i say down. "not going to happen, polibio."

"come on," he begs. "i can get you anything you want. please. i can't be in here anymore. it's driving me crazy. i-i feel like whenever i see someone working here i just want to hurt them. kill them." he spoke while trying to call himself down but it wasn't happening.

his cheeks became bright red from anger and his nostrils were flaring.

"but i work here. you haven't done anything to me." i shrug. "yeah because that's you."

"what does that mean?" i quickly said and he rolled his eyes. "nothing. just please. please help me get out. i'll do anything."

"anything?" i wonder and grin at him. "yes! anything." he nods.

"okay then," i stand up. "when i break you out you have to promise that you will not hurt anyone or kill anyone. deal?" i ask and place a hand on my hip.

mattia's eyes widen. "what? no! i can't do that!"

"then i guess i'm not breaking you out, polibio." i grab my bag and rest it on my arm before opening the door but mattia grabs my hand and slams the door shut and pins me against the wall.