Sleeping With A Serial Killer

CHAPTER 3: Punishment



Dylan O'Brien as Luke Andrew Jensen

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I was very glad that Dylan doesn't interrogate me about the bicycle incident with Luke. Dylan spends most of his time in the attic when at home.

I've never been there since my stay here. He forbids me to step even in those stairs, he said that's where he's doing lesson plans and other stuff.

Dylan didn't go out from the attic since he arrive, I doubt if he will ever join me on dinner with these meals that's already cold. I stood up and put everything back in the ref, Dylan might eat in the middle of the night.

He only sleeps three hours a day and I wonder where he's getting the strength to kill and teach at the same time. Maybe that's one of the advantages when you are a psycho.

I can't help feeling sad, not talking to him for a day was making me sick. Like my day isn't complete without him kissing me before going to bed, or at least the usual embrace I get after he's satisfied with the food I cooked.

With another sigh, I began walking towards my room. As I passed by the the corridor leading down the basement, I swear I heard a very faint noise...as if someone's crying inside for who knows how long. I took a step down the stairs and the weep was getting louder. I pressed my ear on the metal door and finally heard it clearly.

Jenner was still alive, but her breathing lurches as if something's blocking her airways. A muffled sound of cries was even painful to hear. I tip toed upstairs to check any signs of Dylan. After three minutes of waiting, I goes back to the basement door. I get the key behind the portrait hanging by the wall. It's a painting of two kids, one boy and a girl. They both have their faces smudged off by various color of dried paint.

I inserted the key in the keyhole and carefully twisted the knob until the lock clicked. The cries inside stopped for a second until I opened the door with enough gap for my body to slip inside. The lights were off, the strong stench of blood hurts my nostrils. I instinctively reached for the light's switch and pressed it on.

The scene before me was the most horrifying thing ever. I turned on my back and resisted to throw up. If Dylan finds any trace that I've been here, he will surely punish me.

"E-e...elp...elm.." I can't help my tears to fall, my knees were shaking and I don't know if I could look at her again.

There was a metal pipe stuck halfway through Jenner's throat. The reason why she's still alive is beyond my concern right now. Her eyes were sewn shut. I thought at first she was wearing something but as I finally managed to look at her again, Jenner was coated with her own blood. There were mechanic tools sitting on the table next to her, all of it were covered with blood. A paint brush was laying on the floor, surely Dylan used it to paint her body with her blood.

At first look I know there's no hope left to save her, or if there's any, I hardly think I have the courage to do so.

With the greatest effort to move my legs, I slid outside the cellar and locked it once more. I made sure to put back the key on its original place before heading towards my room.

I cried all night, wishing that I could be brave. That maybe someday I will have the courage to free myself. The fact that I don't even consider reporting Dylan to the police bothers me. Why I need to be this coward s**t?! I could save many lives but I chose to keep my mouth shut. I refused to speak... I am afraid to die. I am afraid that Dylan will be the one to kill me. I am afraid to see him being executed despite the fact that he deserves to be killed and his soul to rot in hell.

Why do I have to love him? To be concern for him? What did he do to me?

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I woke up early to prepare our breakfast and everything Dylan needs. "Uhm this is good," he commented on the potato omelette I made.

"Thanks,"

"Don't cook anything for tonight, go home early and dress up. We're going somewhere," he said with a charming and innocent smile. I fight the urge to say no since my instinct was telling me that Dylan will just need an accompany to kidnap his next victim. But it's supposedly next next month.

"Okay,"

I didn't dare to open the topic about Jenner, deciding to keep the curiosity for myself. Did he already get rid of her body? Did she escaped? I doubt that. Even I, will just choose death rather than living the rest of my life under post-traumatic depression.

"Good... Anyway, what's your relation with Mr. Jensen?" he's talking about Luke.

I swallowed my food and took a gulp of water before answering him.

"He was my best friend," thanks god I didn't stutter.

"Not bad to be my first male kill, what'd you think?"

"No!" my voice raised which I immediately regrets.

Dylan's face darkened, the slightest glow inside his pupils totally vanished as he puts down his utensils. "What did you say?"

I felt my heart banging against my chest painfully, I gasped for air, wishing he would accept my reason. "H-he is m-my friend... M-maybe you could spare him?.. I-I can suggest someone more deserving of your time and energy,"

"Are you questioning my ability to choose my own victim?" he asked in the same calm yet dangerous manner.

"No Dylan... I'm sorry. Please spare him just this once, please." I am not expecting nor planning to, but tears rolled down to my cheeks. Dylan hates it when you cry in front of him, he doesn't want any sign of fear or weakness. And I know I'm in a big trouble right now.

"Are you or are you not crying, Miss Grantt?" my heartbeats doubled its pace and I can't even manage to resist a sniff.

My eyes locked on the table mat, I heard a chair being harshly pulled and push until I felt a pair of hands grabbed me from both elbow. His grip will surely leave marks and bruises again. He picked me up like I am just a doll. He pinned me against the wall, causing the vase above the refrigerator to fall and shatter into pieces. His hand wrapped around my neck and pressed me harder on the wall.

He's strangling me, I kicked on the floor while I'm trying to pull off his strong arms, silently begging him to stop. I gagged and choked, the lack of oxygen seems to rip my head apart. Then after a minute of torture, he finally lets go of my neck. My knees collapsed on the floor as I gasp for dear air.

"You have ten second to go back inside your room," He began counting.

I pulled myself up, bumping into many furniture until I reached my room and slammed it shut. My tears stream like an open faucet the moment I lied flat on the bed. I cried my eyes out until I fell asleep.

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I woke up at eleven o'clock. I took a bath and put a large amount of cream to cover the bruises on my neck and arm. I put on my sweater and rode my car. I left the folded-bike behind since I'm not planning to attend my class today. I came up with the idea of leaving the car in the convenient store since it was Dylan's old Toyota auris and someone might recognize it. He'd got himself a new red Chevrolet.

"Hey Kiara! How's school?" Melody tossed the cash register key to me which I instantly caught.

"Great. Pretending to be the cousin of your boyfriend. Really great," I sarcastically snapped.

"Awe, that's okay dear. At least you would get to finish high school," Melody bitterly said. Somehow I am glad she doesn't go to school, because if she do then I'll bet ten bucks that her photo was there joining other missing teenage girls.

Melody was supposedly senior now but she chose to work full time after her mother got stroked and is now incapable of working to support her. She has to buy medicine for her mother and her savings weren't even enough for Rebecca's monthly therapy.

"Your life will be amazing without finishing high school Melody, you will marry a rich guy and you two will live in the farthest continent and will going to have three kids which one you'll name after me," I said as I chuckled.

"We will be neighbors you shittard," Melody cracked in a good laugh before vanishing behind the shelf. My smile immediately fades away, I hope Melody will just leave and have a peaceful life. Maybe I can introduce her to Luke and encourage them to leave the town. Maybe in that way I could save their lives. Because putting Dylan's life in exchange to them is not an option to me and please don't ask why.

I get it, I'm f****d up. I am i***t and coward and weak and useless. I deserve to die rather than Jenner. You wouldn't understand me because you can't feel it. You don't feel that strange connection with a murderer who attempted to kill you many times.

There's so many question playing in my head like.. Why would he spare me? What's so special with an ordinary teenage girl like me? I'm just a burden to him, he can get any girl he want with just a flick of his fingers... So, why me?

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Dylan O'Brien on the multimedia and yes I'm sorry I can't get over Teen Wolf lol. I just missed him and he's my favourite so yeah. Don't complain, he's a hottie. ?