Thursday, 22 April 2010
03:34:28 AM (GMT)
I woke up around the late evening; feeling chilled and weight on top of me. I
looked up and saw Ophelia on me, glaring at me like if daggers were going straight
"Hey babe, are you giving me a little present?" I asked, smirking.
"There are three dead girls in that basement. Who was the first one?" She stated,
grasping a steak knife.
I chuckled softly then replied, "Katrina. America's sweetheart."
"Who is the second victim?" She asked curiously.
"Kaylin. She had a nice chest for a fourteen year old girl." I replied, smiling.
"And the last one is Hope." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Why are you so interested?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.
"Cause you're a sick pervert. And I can do this." She replied, handcuffing both my
hands in one cuff to the bed post.
"Kinky little girl." I purred, biting down on my bottom lip.
"You messed with the wrong chick, Beast." She whispered sinisterly with a hint of
"Try to do your worst. I might actually enjoy the pain." I replied, licking my lips.
She jabbed the knife right in my thigh and I started screaming; I felt warm blood
rivulet down my thigh, towards my leg.
"You little prick!" I roared, pulling on the cuff.
She pulled the knife out then began to look around the room as if someone was lurking
around. I managed to break the cuff and pushed her off then grabbed the knife that
flew out of her hand.
"Now you're gonna die miserably, just the way you should." She hissed.
"You should be dead! I should've disposed you like the others!" I yelled, standing
I wobbled a little bit and my vision began to blur as I started walking towards her.
The knife dropped out of my hand and my vision began to double, I fell to the floor
with a loud thud.
I woke up hours later, my head feeling a bit fuzzy. Viktor was throwing a bloody
towel in the corner of the room then he looked down at me with concern in his eyes.
"You need to rest." He said concernly.
"Where is she?" I asked groggily.
"Just go rest." He instructed, pushing me towards the bed.
"No! I need to kill that fucking bitch!" I roared, trying to push away from him.
He pushed me back towards the bed but I still kept fighting back. He eventually laid
me down on the bed forcefully and he laid down next to me.
"Ophelia is locked up in the guest bedroom. Miska is cleaning your place up but you
really need to just cool down for a bit." He explained soothingly.
"Fine, but I should've known before." I retorted, sighing deeply.
"It wasn't your fault." He said, stroking my arm gently.
"What did you do to my wound?" I asked curiously.
"Cleaned it with peroxide then stitched it and put a bandage on it." He explained,
looking at the bloody towels.
"Did you wash my sheets and blankets?" I asked, looking at him.
"Of course. There was a mixture of semen and blood on them."
I chuckled softly then I began to yawn and stretch. I covered myself with a blanket
then rolled onto my side; feeling his warm body press up against mines. Flashes of
what happened earlier spun around in my head as I fell into a silent slumber.