Showing posts with label A Psycho Path. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Psycho Path. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
"A Psycho Path" 3 of 3
She grabs the kid and rushes inside. He smiles at me and whatever he does next, it knocks me out cold. I wake up tied to a chair for the second time in a twenty four hours. I look across this room. It looks like a basement. He’s standing in the corner smiling at me. He’s wearing sweatpants and a tank top. I never noticed how built this guy was. He looks like a cop.
“How did you find me?”
I stare at him.
“You can talk. This isn’t like last time. You can say whatever you want. Just don’t make noise. My wife and son are upstairs. Now tell me: How did you find me?”
I stare at him.
“Okay. Now this happens.”
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"A Psycho Path" 2 of 3
“That was a really good sandwich. You made me waste it. What to do?”
He covers my eyes and I hear him stop out of the room. Joyce and Gerry scream and I hear something crash to the ground near my feet.
“Help!”
Its Gerry. Why is this happening?! I struggle in my seat. I hear a laugh and a sound before I am out. I wake up and the room is darker. Wait. My eyes aren’t covered! Joyce is sitting across from me. She is tied up and unconscious.
“Joyce!” my mouth isn’t gagged! “Joyce!” I hear her moan.
“What…?” she says and then slumps over.
“This is the best part. You get to look into the eyes of the woman you love and have her destroy you. I am going to try something I have done only twice before.”
He goes over to Joyce and places a gun in her hand. Its strapped down to the arm of the chair. My favorite chair. I look down and I too am holding a gun. I couldn’t aim it at him if I wanted. Its pointed at Joyce. I cant drop it. Its taped to me. Only my index finger is free.
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Monday, August 22, 2011
"A Psycho Path" 1 of 3
I cant open my eyes. Something is covering them.
“Let me get that for you."
I can see.
"If you struggle I will kill you. If you scream I will kill you. If you attempt to memorize my face in the hopes of having me arrested at a future date I will kill you. If you attempt to remove your blindfold while I'm away I will kill you.”
Where’s Joyce?
“If you ask where your lovely girlfriend is I will kill you. If you begin to cry I will kill you. If you so much as piss I will kill you. If you do anything other than what I tell you to do I will kill you. Nod if you understand me?”
I nod. As if I have a choice. Where is Joyce?!
“Good. Now, I’m going to blindfold you again. Do not panic. We both know what will happen if you do, right?”
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