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The killer recovered, and with a nasty smile, blood pouring out of his nose, he slithered over to James and hovered over him. He yanked the knife out of his side and positioned himself over James with the knife pressed firmly against his neck. James was pushing back and fighting to keep the knife out of his throat. But he was losing strength quickly.
Blood poured out of his wound, soaking the ground below him.
“Let him go.” I croaked.
I grabbed a rock from the ground and hurled it at him. It smacked his back, but he laughed and looked up at me.
The distraction allowed James to push the killer off.
The knife flew across the ground. The killer stumbled and quickly regained his footing. I struggled to my feet and grabbed the knife, the hilt cool in my hand.
I rushed towards him, prepared to sink the knife into his neck before he realized what was happening. Before I could reach him, he had James in a chokehold with a gun to his head.
I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at James helplessly. My stomach sank, and I froze in fear. I could see the terror in James' eyes as he struggled to break free.
The killer grinned. He knew he had the only thing that mattered to me in his control.
“Don’t even think about it.” He snarled. His blue eyes were black.
“Ava. Remember what we talked about. Get the fuck out of here.”
“I can't. Please don’t shoot him.” I begged, turning my attention back to the killer.
The killer didn’t say anything. He stared at me. I knew he enjoyed watching me beg.
“Ava, get the fuck out of here,” James demanded.
“No. I won't leave you." I sobbed.
“Well, this is quite the predicament we find ourselves in. Tell me why I shouldn’t blow his brains out and make you get on your knees and eat them? Or perhaps I should just slit his throat and let you watch as his blood soaks the ground and then use his blood as a lubricant while I fuck you?” he laughed at me manically.
The tears rolling down my face increased. I would do anything—give anything if he would spare the love of my life.
"I am the one you want. This is between you and me.Please let him go." I pleaded.
He looked at me with a cruel smirk and cocked the gun.
“No! Please. Kill me instead. I am the one that got away. I am the one you have been chasing after. It’s me. You want me. Let him go, and I will be with you. You can have me. I won't fight. I won't run. You can do whatever you want to me, and I will do what you tell me. I won’t fight you."
He seemed to contemplate my words for a brief moment. “How about I kill him, and then no one stands in my way of getting you? No one will come looking for you then."
I was losing hope. I couldn't lose James. I couldn't watch someone else become a casualty of my fucked-up life. If I didn’t stop him, I would watch James die before me, and the thought put a sour taste in my mouth. I did theonlything I could think of to get his attention. Not wanting to admit defeat, I pressed it into my wrist with force, ignoring the ripping pain of flesh being opened up as hot blood spilled onto the ground beneath me.
“Ava, no!” James begged me to stop.
I looked up at James with tears in my eyes. He pleaded with unspoken words to run.
The fear was paralyzing; every decision weighed heavily on my soul as if it were a life or death-predicament - because it was. If I failed to convince him otherwise, then there wasn't any doubt that it would be James' corpse lying lifelessly on the ground before me when all was said and done - something I had already made myself aware that I wouldn't survive.
I knew I had no choice – James was my only chance at living completely and loving without fear. The gun was still pressed against his temple, so I switched the blade to my other wrist and held it there. His eyes revealed a hint of turmoil, but he stayed put and remained silent.
“If you kill him, I will cut the other one, and then you’ll never have me again.” I threatened him. “You better make a decision quick, or I’ll bleed out before you have your chance to take revenge for me escaping you so many times. You know I am the one you want. The one you killed all those girls for. I know you've watched me. I know you've wanted to touch me. Now is your chance. Let him go, and I'll go with you. You can finally have me."
He didn’t say anything. No words. No indication that sacrificing myself for James worked.
He wasn't taking the bait, and I was running out of time.
Had I read all the signs wrong? Did I think I was more significant to him than I really was? Did I make an egregious error, gambling with my life and James' life?
