Chapter 3:
"Oh god…" Jill moaned and held her head, and she began to have a migraine. She needed Tylenol and water, quick.
There was a time that Jill Johnson would remember his cold and emotionless face in the police car that had 'I want you, and I hate you' written all over his face. There was a serious passion in what he did. His face, she would see in her dreams. Dreams that would obviously be nightmares. And she would make herself scream out loud until her lungs give out, and then she would slowly slip away from her insanity. It was destroying her piece by piece, and Jill hated it. She hated it so much. She never thought about how much it had affected her, until now.
Jill would cry a river, and she'd just have to build a bridge and get over it. Just cry Jill, cry. Oh, cry all you want, he's not ever going to leave you, baby. Never.
The stranger was very enthusiastic with deadly force. Sadistic. Jill would think of herself as insane and sick, but she'd think again.
And think.
And think.
And think.
There were many reasons that Jill hated and feared him, and there was a time that she didn't care about him anymore, but she did care. When in prison, Jill would hope that he'd get stabbed my a pencil, or beaten down to the ground by the guards, or he'd die from exhaustion and suffering. That's all Jill had wished of him, and nothing more, and nothing else.
She wanted him to suffer!
Just the way he made her suffer!
And she smiled, as she knew what she had done. Jill knew that he would be her little crime that would come back to haunt her dreams. He didn't leave her sober. And Jill would know especially.
Jill found him exceedingly…intriguing…above all else. She held back tears.
And daring. Enthusiastic above all measures of the human mind.
Even if he did try to kill her for no reason.
It was visually dynamic in the most…unusual way she found. It was masochistic.
Jill favored her sick pleasure. And wished he would come back to her.
"Hmm," Jill hummed.
The room was silent, and the atmosphere was dull. She crawled up into a ball and hugged her legs up to her chest and began to rock back and forth. The worst part of it was…that Jill hasn't stopped thinking about him and Jill wished she could stop herself…so she wouldn't be hurt anymore.
"Leave me alone…" Jill murmured…and maybe it was a bad idea to be left all alone in the house. After all, it was kinda creepy being there all alone.
