"Ca-the-ri-ne" – He said softly into her ear while caressing the skin of her neck.
It didn't take long for him to handcuff her to her own bed, the same bed he knew she and Vincent had once shared not long ago. She was tiny and terrified at the very sight of his black costume, because she knew who he was and was he was able to do. He had also blindfolded her because he knew he would have to get rid of his costume for doing what he was planning to do with her. She was lying there, shaking as a prey knowing that there wasn't anything she could do to escape the forthcoming agony. Or was she wrong?
"I'm not such a bad person, dear Catherine. You said that if Vincent knew I was here trying to harm you, he would leave anything he would be doing to help you. Ok, then. Here goes my offer: You can use this mobile. Call him. Ask him to come and help you, and if he does both of you will have a chance. But, he stressed the word with a scary tone that made her flinch– If he doesn't, you would let me do anything I want to you or I'll kill him. Do we have a deal?"
Catherine smiled in her inside. Of course he would come, he had always come to help her. The man put the mobile next to her ear and dialed. One, two, three tones and…voicemail.
"Oh-oh" He said laughing "Maybe your hero is a bit, let's say, busy with his new girlfriend, Susan. Is that her name?"
Tears started to fall down her cheeks. Maybe he was sleeping, it was late. He never silenced his mobile because he knew he could be required by his friends.
"Let me try again, please. Only once more" –She begged.
"I'll do that, yes, and I'll even let you leave a message." He laughed out loud "Sorry, I had never imagined this would be so funny. Look at you. You really think you're important for him, don't you? Let me tell you something: You're wrong. No one is as important for Vincent Keller as himself. And I bet he's taking good care of that one person right now and that's why he isn't picking up."
He put the phone again next to her ear and dialed. One, two, three…voicemail.
"Vincent!" She cried "Vincent, please, pick up the phone! Vincent!" she was now screaming at the verge of a panic attack.
She couldn't see but she was aware of the phone being thrown on the bed.
"He'll kill you with his own bare hands when he finds out."
"Maybe, or maybe not. The good news is that we are going to find out."
She felt the blade against her neck:
"Remember, don't scream. I know exactly where he is right now and can get him killed in seconds."
He place a soft kiss on her neck while she cried. Vincent won't come, that she was certain of for the first time in her life.
"You're mine tonight, detective"