I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS

            Days have passed and I still don’t know what to think. He’s unchained me from the bed but hasn’t done anything about my other hand. At this point I’m too scared to touch it. The skin around it has slowly started to heal, but if I move it it’ll start bleeding more. He hasn’t mentioned anything about what happened, and I’m not starting that conversation.

            The weeks before he captured me I followed this story. I noticed that he was always behind the missing people before they were reported missing.— I noticed that he would have multiple people in his grasp.— I noticed that he would sometimes kill them before they became his main kill.— I know I’m going to die soon.

            “Why haven’t you moved?” He spat as he walked through the door.

            “Are you bored of me?” I swallowed painfully.

            “Bored of you?” He asked. “Bored?”

            “Yeah,” tears welled up in my eyes. “Bored.”

            “A little tired of your attitude,” he took grip of the knife. “A little tired of the lack of gratitude.” He pulled the knife out of my hand. “A little tired of you.”

            Painful relief ran through my arm.

            “But no, not bored.” He kneeled down close to my face. “I know you might be one of the better ones.”

            “Better ones?” I asked.

            “You know, better ones,” he took the tip of the knife and drew my chin up, digging the blade into my skin. “A good child.”

            I didn’t want to talk, at least I didn’t want to try to talk.

            “I’m sure you know by now what my goal is,” he dug the blade in deeper. “I’m sure you know by now why I’m doing this,” his eyes flashed. “I’m sure you know by now how I’m pulling it all off,” a grin twisted its way across his face. “I’m sure you know by now what qualifies a person to be stolen by me,” he slowly got closer. “I’m sure you know by now why no one’s caught me.”

            My breathing became jagged as he pushed me against the wall.

            “I’m sure you know what I’m going to do to you, as well.” His face was calm, yet angered.

            “K—kill me,” I choked out.

            “Right you are,” he dropped me on the ground.

            He thought he had won.

            “You’re nothing without me,” I mumbled.

            He froze.

            “You can’t be strong without somebody there, without me, you’re nothing.” I had no idea where I was even going with this.

            “Are you really trying to speed up your death?” He asked, his voice heavy.

            “I’m just stating what the facts are while I still have time to state them,” I shrugged, pulling myself up.

            “Hm,” he smirked. “You think that the more you try to get into my head the more I’ll let you live? Cute.”