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He followed me back to the living room and I stood with my back to the fire, facing him. He sat on the couch, playing with his knife, flipping it open and closed repeatedly, staring off into nothing.
He did this for what seemed like a very long time before his eyes met mine again, “Come here,” he smiled.
My hands shook as I approached him. Knowing he’d demand it, I made the decision to position my feet mere inches from his before folding my arms across my chest. He laughed.
“You’re learning pet. Would you like to hear my plans for you?”
I refused to acknowledge him.
“After your clothes are dry, I plan on taking you to my cave behind the falls. You’ll like it.” Flip, flip, flip. “Well hidden,” he winked. “That’s right, can’t hear a thing through the rushing water. Not a thing. Your bodies won’t be found for weeks, months, maybe even years.”
I swallowed. Bodies? Are there more like me?
“So,” he continued, “just as soon as they’re dry. We’ll head over there. I’ll make a comfy little fire and start experimenting on you before Elliott finds us.”
My eyes widened in fear.
“That’s right. He knows about it. It might take him a little while to find it because he’s never been there before, but I’m sure we can think of something to pass the time. Don’t you?”
He stood slowly and towered over me, his chest heaving with each breath. He continued the flip of his knife but lost control of it and it toppled to the ground but before he had an opportunity to reach for it, I grabbed it and backed across the room.
“Don’t come any closer!” I yelled, but it did no good.
He charged me at full speed and I did the only thing I could, I sliced at his arms so I could attempt at a stab. First the left and I made contact slicing close to bone, then the right but missed, then I tried the left once more and it cut but not as deeply as the first time.
He overpowered me and I kicked and punched, bit and pulled at his hair, but it was of no use. He slammed me into the ground, took the knife from me and pressed the sharp blade against my neck. It cut and the blood began to pool onto the floor beneath me.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please?”
He seemed amused.
“I’ll do anything, j..just don’t kill me.”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
He sat up and straddled my legs, taking the knife, he licked the blood off the blade.
“Okay, I promise not to kill you on one condition.”
“Wh...what..d...d...do you want?”
“Hold still.”
He took the blade and brought it to my chest, right below my left collarbone. I flinched and tried to crawl away.
“Ah, ah, ahhh. We had a deal Julia. You let me do this and I won’t kill you. I p..p...promise,” he laughed. “Hold still,” he commanded and pinned my hands with his knees to the hard pine floor. “Now where was I?”
He placed the blade in the exact same spot and began to slice a two inch line. I yelled in pain but he just drew the blade over the wound over and over until it was deep enough for him. I gritted my teeth by the third turn and braced myself to pass out.
“I’ll give you a moment. You see, I have three more lines to do.”
I almost burst into tears but an image of Elliott laying unconscious on a hospital bed with his jaw wired shut came to mind and I steeled myself, for him.
When he finished all four lines, he picked his body weight up from my legs and brought me to my feet. I shuddered when forced to lean against him because my knees threatened to buckle beneath me.
