Psychopath
She woke up in the dim light of dusk.
Though her body felt almost paralyzed, her mind upon waking was instantly crystal clear.
She kept her breathing shallow and her eyes shut, pretending to still be unconscious. Silence surrounded her for several minutes, before she dared to open her eyes and move carefully.
Adrenaline now surged through her veins, filling her every fibre with anxiety, a natural fight or flight response of the body. In this situation she couldn't allow her instincts to take over.
Everything needed to be thoroughly thought through, before taking action. Her mind already formed a plan, taking in every miniscule detail she could see surrounding her in the small, slowly darkening room.
Footsteps echoed above her, a loud creak and a trap door about five meters in front of her opened, faint light revealing an old, rusty ladder clinging to the wooden floor above.
For a split second she considered pretending to be unconscious again. But he might lose interest in her, if she wasn't awake. No, she needed to get a good view of him now. The plan in her head was already set, her one and only chance, ready to be executed in the next few minutes.
He said nothing as he climbed down the ladder, the heavy thudding of his boots reverberating through the room. Even as he approached her, no words were said.
He took out a single, silvery key and slowly slid it into the lock, dangling from the small cage. She looked up at him pleadingly and she couldn't stop the tears from running down her cheeks.
'Please, don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want!', her scared voice barely above a whisper.
'I thought you were different.', he said, disappointment evident in his voice. 'Fiercer, than the others.'
He lunged forward suddenly, grabbing her by the arm, hauling her up and out of the cage. A small cry of shock escaped her lips as he lifted his other arm and brutally backhanded her squarely across the face. She fell to the ground.
Anger evident in his movement, he leaned down and grabbed her again, easily picking her off the ground. He held her by her shoulders and looked at her face closely.
The expression on her face changed.
'You were right.', she stated calmly, turning her head upwards and looking him directly in the eyes. 'I am different.'
'With her right she reached behind his head and forcefully grabbed a whole hand of his curly, dark hair, while setting the left hand firmly against his jaw and left cheek.
Breath in.
A severe, sudden twist.
The sound of a crack as the bones in the back of his neck fracture, killing him instantly.
Breath out.
He dropped to the ground.
She stood in front of the body, smiling down at him, then laughing.