~Chapter 74~
KATYA
I felt so cold, a chill ran down my spine as I lay there, my body stiff with fear gripping my mind.
The psychopath suffocating presence lood over as his words dripped like honey.
"There are many things I could do with you as you lay there ~Stiff~, you know right," he whispered, his breath cold against my skin.
A shiver ran down my spine as his finger traced my face, gliding from my cheek to my jaw, wiping away the tears that stread down my face.
The gesture was almost tender, but I knew it was just a ruse. I was trapped, helpless, and at his rcy.
"Why are you crying?" His tone sounded so genuine in confusion, his words slurred slightly.
The sound of his voice sent a fresh wave of despair over and more tears flowed.
A normal person in a situation like mine would be crying too, I can’t move for Christ sake.
Can’t see, can’t fight, can’t nothing. Being powerless and incapable of doing what I could do before was all the more worse.
I was trapped in a nightmare, unable to escape or defend myself. Can’t see, can’t move, can’t talk properly... the list of my incapacities seed endless, and the thought of it made cry even more.
Tears stread down my face, hot and relentless, as I lay there, feeling utterly vulnerable and at the rcy of this psychopath.
His confusion at my tears only made cry harder.
If my body was cooperating with , I would have been shaking with sobs.
My entire fra wracked with uncontrollable tremors and my paralyzed body refused to respond, leaving to suffer in silence, my tears the only visible manifestation of my anguish.
"Stop crying," he growled and his grip on my hair tightened. The pain was small, but the sensation was unmistakable.
My scalp prickled with fear as he tugged on my hair, the gentle pull on my head was a reminder of the power he had over .
I tried to speak, willing my voice to at least rise barely above a whisper, as I strained against the constraints of my paralyzed vocal cords.
"W..ha.t do y.o.u wa.n.t?" I stuttered, each word a struggle, my throat constricting with effort.
He paused, his response asured, as he enunciated each word with deliberate slowness.
"What...do...I want...hmm." He seed to be thinking aloud, as he counted out each word like a predator savoring its prey.
The silence that followed was heavy with anticipation, as I waited, frozen in terror, for his next sound.
Unsure if there was a light on or not. The blackness was absolute, making it impossible to see my captor’s face.
My heart crushed beneath the weight of my fear, the not knowing what he looked like, of it wasn’t Roo, what his expression was, or what he was thinking.
The uncertainty was agonizing, my imagination running wild with worst-case scenarios.
The silence stretched out for what felt like an eternity, the only sound my ragged breathing as I waited, body tensed, mind racing.
Finally, after an interminable pause, he spoke, low and husky.
"Well, I want you to be my bait, simple as that," he said, releasing his grip on my hair, the strands falling across my face like a curtain.
So of the hair covered my eyes, sticking to my tears, while the rest frad my face, a tangled, ssy halo.
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I ntally frowned, my mind rebelling against the absurdity of the situation, even as my paralyzed face remained frozen.
His bait for what? My brain bombarded with the questions. What could he possibly want from ? Why was I, Katya, the daughter of that dead abusive man, so important to him?
"So, I just need you to be my bait tomorrow," he continued, "as to catch soone that didn’t die when he should have." His words sent a chill down my spine even when it wasn’t that was supposed to die.
But what the actual fuck, Who was this person he wanted to catch? And why did he need to lure them in?
I was nobody, I’m not a bait material. Why should I be his bait to kill soone? What had I done to deserve this fate?
The questions swirled in my head, but I knew I wouldn’t get any answers. I was at his rcy, completely and utterly helpless.
And why is he even telling this when I wouldn’t even have the option to say No?
Does he enjoy tornting , watching squirm in fear? The thought made my blood boil and it just boiled because I have nothing to do but let it boil over the top.
"N.o," The words choked out, struggling to form the simple word. It was a futile attempt at defiance, but it was all I could manage.
"No?" he repeated, a frown laced in his tone, a hint of surprise and amusent dancing in his voice.
For a mont, I thought I detected a flicker of curiosity, but it was quickly replaced by a low, nacing chuckle.
"Darling, I wasn’t asking, just telling you to be prepared," he said, emphasizing the difference between a request and a command.
The hair covering my face was lifted, and he tucked it softly behind my ears. I didn’t want him touching , didn’t want his skin to co into contact with mine.
But I had no other option but to lie there, stiff and unresponsive. My body was a prisoner, unable to move or react, but my mind was filled with revulsion and anger.
Then, sothing unexpected happened. My finger twitched. Wait, my finger really moved a little.
I tried again, concentrating all my energy on that single finger, and it did. It moved, ever so slightly, but it moved.
Not my hand, not my arm, but my finger. It was a tiny, almost imperceptible movent, but it was progress.
A small, fragile thread of hope that I clung to, desperate for any sign of improvent.
Ahhh, my lips parted a little, forming a silent, breathless scream, as a sharp and tiny object, like a needle, pierced the sensitive skin of my neck.
The pain was brief, a biting sensation that quickly subsided, but the shock and surprise of it left reeling.
"Renewal," his voice whispered in my ear, Renewal for what? What was he trying to renew? My captivity? My suffering? My fear?
"I’m still working on it to be for a long period, but for now, you have to bear the needles piercing your skin every three hours." His words were cold, leaving stunned at the new information.
The thought of being subjected to this torture every three hours was unbearable. The needles, the pain, the fear of not knowing when it would happen again – it was all too much to handle.
I tried to move my finger again. The one that had twitched earlier, giving a glimr of hope.
But now, it refused to budge. I tried again and again, concentrating all my energy on that single finger, but it remained still.
Move, move...move please, I ranted all my frustration. But nothing.
Renewal, the word whispered in my mind, as I rembered what he had said. He ant renewing what he gave , the substance that made immobile.
Every three hours, he would have to inject that syringe into , perpetuating my paralysis, trapping .
Oh my goodness, what have I done to deserve this hell.
And I’m going to be his bait, too. His bait for God knows what.
The bed, or whatever I was laying on, dipped slightly, and the horror that washed over ca full forced as I felt his presence drawing nearer.
No, no I sensed him leaning in closer. The air thickening, heavy with tension, as his breath whispered against my skin.
"Hahaha," a loud, mocking laugh filled the space, grating against my nerves.
It was a laugh that was laced with salt, rubbed into my wounds and dipped into hot fire.
The sound was so carefree, so joyful, opposite to what I’m feeling at the mont.
"Oh my God, you should see your face as I sat down, hahaha," Roo chuckled, relishing in my distress.
Taunting, and I felt my face burn with sha and humiliation. But then, his voice dropped, taking on a low tone, and I felt my heart skipped five beats.
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"Co on, I’m not that bad for you to think I might rape you," he said, the word "rape" rolling off his tongue with so much disgust and defensiveness, as if he was offended by the re suggestion.
But his words were a thin veil, a weak attempt to conceal the true nature of his intentions.
"But soone said I’m obsessed, so who knows," The words rang in my ears, his hot breath fanning against my skin, giving the creeps.
And then, the worst happened, his cold lips grazed my neck. The sensation a slap, a wake-up call that snapped back to reality.
My breath hitched in my throat, and I drew in a deep, galloping breath.
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