Enraged, he paced back and forth in the
small room like a caged tiger. Not only had his target, the rude redhead in her
BMW, slipped through his fingers; a stranger had seen him. If only he’d looked
before tossing her into his vehicle he could have played the role of a hero who’d
saved a drunk girl from nearly face-planting onto the sidewalk. Instead, the mystery girl woke up shackled to the table in his basement. A torrent of
profanities flew from his lips. You have
no choice. She saw your face…she has to die.
The internal debate raged on: kill her or
set her free. On one hand, he knew he could not release her, at least not alive,
but the logistics behind her death was the true choice at hand. He had always
prided himself on ridding the world of the rudest, most obnoxious, people his
city had to offer but this time it would be different. For the first time, he
felt something akin to guilt and remorse. I’ll
draw it out of her. Surely, she must have some secret that makes her worthy of agonizing death. I’ll find it and then I’ll make her pay…just like the others. Believing
that it would only take a little pressure, he resolved to bring out her worst
to appease his conscience. With as much
force as he could muster, he ripped the tape from her face and yanked the sock
from her mouth
“OW!” She screamed. “Are my lips
still attached? Sheesh!”
That’s it? Okay, time to kick it up a
notch. Knowing she could not
see what he was doing, he turned his back to her and faced his work bench. He
deliberated jumbled his tools and knives to pique her fears. A quick glance
over his shoulder revealed that she was trying to crane her neck to see what
was going on while catching her breath. When he lit the blowtorch, that’s when
she broke the silence.
“Excuse me. Could you please tell me
what’s going on here? Clearly, you thought you had someone else so why don’t
you just put something in my drink; I’ll fall asleep and you can dump me off
somewhere. I barely saw your face so there’s no way I could identify you. No
harm/no foul, right?”
She even said please. Damn her! He turned to face her and stared directly
in her eyes. Say something rude. Do it.
Mentally willing her to obey, he raised his favorite filleting knife to eye
level.
“Okay, let’s just take a deep
breath, shall we? No need to…”
Marie
was attempting to keep calm but the waver in her voice betrayed her. His eyes
lit with sheer malice. Her fear will make
her crack. It always does.
***Please
return Monday, September 22nd for the next installment of SERIAL***
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