Finding the serial killer

Chapter- 82

Chapter 82

Jake's POV,

Wait maybe this person needs money. I can give him the money. He was working in that boutique, he might need money that's why he was doing it. I might be safe if I gave him the money.

I sat on the bed. Every kind of different aspects of this situation was running in my head. My mind can't seem to stop thinking about what will happen next minute.

I sat there on the bed like some psycho, thinking of weird stuff for around an hour when I heard some foot sorts approaching the room. I stood up from the bed as soon as I heard the keys dangling against the door.

I thought of going to the door but then I stopped myself thinking about the dangers.

The same person stepped into the room, but now he was wearing a mask. The mask looked like it is made or rubber. It was covering his whole head with it. It's just his eyes that was telling me that he is the same guy. He was approaching me slowly. But as soon as he reach me, he pushed me on the bed. He then pushed the bed to the wall and chained me to the wall. My hands are now chained with those hooks, I can barely move with then around my wrists.

"What do you want? I can give you all my money just tell me the amount. I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything you want. Please don't do this. I have a family. I have to protect them. Please leave me. I swear I won't tell about it to anyone."

"Family huh? Family, family. Everyone loves their families, don't they? You know why you are here? I don't need your money. I have lots. I want to give you pain. I like pain. I like giving that." He said with a heavy voice.

He pulled out a knife from his pocket and lightly grazed it against my cheek. But soon he exerted pressure and slit my cheek. The wound started hurting me like hell. I can't even control the bleeding, my hands are tied.

I started wriggling my body that somehow the pain can lessen, but that never happen. He started cutting my clothes from his knife. By sooner than I can do anything I was completely naked. I've never felt so ashamed and humiliated. I don't know why I didn't let Xabert drove me to the airport. All this wouldn't have happened. I tried to bend body to hide my naked self. I can hear his muffled laughs from his mask.

I saw him threwing my torned clothes to the side of the bed on the ground. He left the bed and came back with a bag in his hand. He put the bad on the ground.

He leaned to the ground. I couldn't see him but I know he is pulling something out of he bag. He came back to me with a knife and a tape in his hand. He sticked the tape on my lips to shut my mouth to muffled my sounds

He then pulled out a camera stand. I saw it when he was setting it up. He set up a camera on the camera stand and connected it with a laptop. He turned the laptop's screen to my side to make me look at it.

I saw my image, my naked image in the screen. My vision stared blurring. I started crying but the sound gets muffled because of the tape.

He then turned the laptop's screen back to the opposite direction. I don't know why he is doing this. He is recording, what he is doing.

He turned on the lights of the room. He cuffed my legs apart from each other and chained them to the wall. He started touching my body. First he touched my face, brushing his hands over the cut he gave me making it more painful. His hands started roaming on my bare chest. He squeezed my breasts very hardly. The pain my body felt at that moment was unbearable. He slapped it a few times. He moved to my stomach. He touched it all over. I tried to save my self from his touch, but the cuffs I was bounced with wouldn't let me move a bit with feeling immense pain.

His hands the moved to my clit. He started rubbing and slapping it harshly. He started pinching it. His actions were so harshly that I can barely feel anything down there anymore. He did that action again to my body, drowning it more in the pain.

He then backed off a little to pull something out of the bag again. I was terrified by the thought of what it could be?

He came towards the bed again with a whip in his hand. He unfolded it. He touched my legs all over. He whipped me with it. It gave me a current of pain it and after that he started whipping my legs with the whips again and again. He did it many times. At that point I can barely feel my legs. My body was sore all over.