i do not own any of the characters in this story except Michelle Perkins, Mr. &Mrs. Perkins, Joseph and Andy Perkins, Jefferson and ... well, you know what I'll just tell you later if i introduce other characters that are mine... i just don't want to infringe on copyright laws or something like that. I make No profits from this! I swear!

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Chapter four

(Michelle's P.O.V)

The man turned on himself to take a look at me, then slowly rose up from his mattress to waltz up to the cell bars. Remembering the caution on the small post-it, i took a step back from the cell. He then pulled up a chair and sat there, watching me with interest.

His dark, almost pitch black eyes were analysing every inch of my body before a wide, savage grin spread through his nun-kept, hairy face, his hair almost as wild and dark as his irises.

"Well, you are a pretty one." he said, licking his lips suggestively.

I repressed a shiver of disgust and went on with it.

"Mr. Manchola, you said to the police there was a girl that you had hidden somewhere, would you be willing to tell ME where she is?"

"And why,may i ask, would i tell YOU instead of THEM? Hmm?" he asked in a surprisingly soft voice.

"Because i am not a cop, i am not trying to control you or make you tell me, i am simply asking. You are in control after all, you are the one with the information that could save or destroy the girls life. You decide, not me. And of course, if you did tell me, you would have some advantages..." i said in a calm, collected manner.

He stared at me with a curious look, then narrowed his eyes. "What kind of advantages?"

"If you cooperated, and you helped find the girl, your penalty would be less severe and you might even get to choose which prison you would like to go."

"HA!" he barked a short laugh."What advantages!"

"Well, you did kill seventeen people."

"It should have been eighteen..." he muttered under his breath.

I lightly felt the bile rise from my throat as the monster in front of me said those words as though he was a child which we had taken away from his toys. I tried hard to keep my composure but, unfortunately, he had noticed the small spark of indignation in my eyes. He decided to use that against me.

"Do you want to know how they all begged for mercy, like dogs?" He whispered to me as he rose from his chair and got closer and closer to the bars until his body wasn't able to move one millimetre more. He was now gripping the bars solidly, revealing small slashes on his fore arms which proved that my theory of self mutilation was accurate. " How i slowly tortured them, made them beg for me to finish them off?" He added with a sadistic smile.

Slow, boiling anger was rising in me before i realized it. How dare he speak of human lives in such a trivial way? How dare he think that it is amusing to see other people suffer?

"Calm down, Michelle. This is exactly what he wants. Calm down, calm down." I chanted to myself.

I closed my eyes took a deep breath, then, new determination burning in my eyes, i slowly looked him dead in the eye and said:

"I am sorry. I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice."

He only snickered at me, never breaking eye contact. Perfect.

"Oh ya? What are you..."

He slowly broke off in mid-sentence, then i knew i had gotten him. His primal and savage mind hadn't been conscious of the hypnotism until it was too late. He hadn't noticed my oval shaped necklace dangling left to right in front of his very eyes, for he had been to absorbed by my orange-y hazel eyes. Then he finally focused his sight on the pendant, still dangling in a slow paced swing.

"Look at the pendant. Watch it swing from left to right, to left, to right...Now, tell me..." i asked in a soft, soothing voice. "What is your name?"

"Randall Jensen Manchola."

True.

"And how old are you, Randall?"

His body slowly started rocking back and forth, sign of comfort and confidence towards the hypnotist... Good.

"Forty-seven."

True, according to the files.

"Would you like to sit, Randall?"

"Yes." he answered as he sat.

"Good. Now tell me, Randall, where is the girl that you are keeping captive? Hmm?" i asked in a soft, sing song voice.

"What girl?"

My eyes widened in shock. What? How could he not know?

"The girl. The girl you told the police would die if they didn't let you go free." anxiety now punctuating my words, Manchola could also feel it because he started steering uncomfortably.

Shit! I can't lose contact with him! I have to remain calm or he'll wake up!

"Ohhh! You mean the boy?"

I frowned at this.

"The boy? You told the police it was a girl..."

"Yes, well, i didn't want to give them the real story, what id they went looking for him, i wouldn't want them to find him or else i would have no more leverage to get out of here."

I was slightly in shock after this new piece of information, but quickly continued.

"Alright then, Mr. Manchola, where is the boy?"

"The boy? The boy is under..."

Then, a blood curling scream came to my ears. The raw power and high pitched sound of the voice made me jump out of my seat and, unfortunately, lose contact with Manchola's mind. He suddenly jolted out of his seat, gripping the bars of his cell, curious about the whole ordeal. I saw two security guards run pass me from my right and then, medics.

"What the fuck?" i muttered.

My hypnosis session was ruined by whom ever screamed, so i would have to come back later to try it again, but instead of heading for the exit, i decided to follow the medics to see whom was to blame if the young boy died of hunger or thirst... I wished i hadn't.