Linda woke up feeling groggy. She was still in the warehouse tied to the chair. She's never been so uncomfortable. Where was everyone? Looking around she noticed the whole place was empty except for her. Then she heard a distant noise. A door slowly cracking open. Damn it he was back.
Then he walked in. Wearing the same suit and the same make up. "Hello there beautiful". He brushed her hair away from her face. She cringed at his touch.
"What are you going to do to me?" She begged for an answer. Her face had dried tears and dry blood from where they had hit her before knocking her out. Her head still throbbed from the pain.
"I honestly don't know yet" He laughed. "Never plan ahead because if you make mistakes, it could ruin everything. But if you aren't planning on anything you can't make any mistakes". He bent down to where her face was now a mere inch away from his. She could feel him breathing.
"You say you've been watching me, What made you pick me?"
"Pick you? That's an interesting way of putting it. Well for starters you're such a good girl. The perfect little project".
"You mean you want to see if you could make me evil? Well I'll never be what you want me to so you might as well kill me right now".
"Ah that could be arranged you know". He took out his knife from his pocket and placed it against her neck. Digging only deep enough for a small line of blood to drip down. "Now lets see if you're a coward like the rest."
His smile sent shivers up and down her spine. "Go ahead kill me." She didn't know what she was saying. Maybe that blow to the head is still messing with her mind.
He raised his hand high as if to slit her throat in one clean swipe but when she didn't even flinch he dropped it to his side. "Uh you're no fun!"
Her eyes gazed over to him with a wondering look. "What's the matter?" She pointed her neck out to him so he had a better view. "Come on don't keep me hanging."
"So you wanna die is that it?" He snarled.
"Of course not, but I rather die before I let you turn me into something I don't wanna be. I'll never kill another human being".
"We'll see about that." He punched her hard in the face causing her to again black out.
The next day she awoke on a mattress in the middle of a very large windowless room. The walls were white with chips of paint missing. It was dusty and dirty. Smelled like mildew. It was obvious no one cleaned around here but then again why would they. She turned her head towards the door. Walking over to it she tried to open it only to realize it was locked. 'Of course' she thought to herself. She sat back on the mattress.
A few minutes later the door opened and a face popped in. "Well well look who's finally up. Sleep well?"
She decided not to answer him. Instead her face turned down to face the floor.
He snapped and grabbed her by the throat "Answer me when I talk to you!" He pushed her against the wall. "Now, how did you sleep?"
"As if you care, I still have a damn headache from when you punched me. So I didn't sleep or wake up well. " She wanted to hit him and run away but she knew there were probably men all over this warehouse and she wouldn't get too far.
He dropped her on the mattress and sat down next to her. He noticed she was shaking a bit. It wasn't cold so she must've been scared. He traced his knife along her neckline. "I can make you scream in the worst way without killing you, if you don't want to go through that I suggest you be the good little girl you are and listen up."
She refused to look up at him. She was terrified.