Chapter 13:
All day, Jill played with the kitten after she gave it a quick shower. There was a chance that the kitten hasn't been cleaned for awhile.
The little animal didn't agree taking a shower, but Jill bathed it while holding it up in the air. She dried it off thoroughly with a towel. The little thing tried to squirm away, but with little progress.
It gave little mews and kept turning its head slowly, looking around and mewing some more. Jill never entered her cage again, but she was quite comfortable on the floor. She petted it, held it, hugged it, and kissed it.
It was almost love at first sight.
It's fur was extremely soft and it's little paws were adorable! It's little body reminded Jill of the skeleton of her mother's hand, soft and comforting.
She played with its tiny tail, and she played with it's tiny ears that were too cute to resist. Jill hadn't thought up of a good name for it, she had to study what kind of kitten it was. How it played.
What characteristics it had, if it was feisty or calm. It was a female kitten, so what would be a good name for it? But she was too tired to think. She even had to take some time to recover from the stranger's attack from today.
Also just as she predicted, a huge bruise was on the side of her thigh, reminding her of the stranger's wrath. The bruise was big, almost covering her entire thigh. It ached to move around.
Well, it wasn't her fault. He always scared the shit out of her whenever he was around. The most terrifying thing was…the waiting.
Waiting to live. Waiting to die.
Just waiting for him to…do something.
Jill didn't want to sound crazy and impatient, but she wished that he would just do it already.
She could stand to wait any longer.
But the thing was…is it the same stranger that attacked her when she was babysitting? Was he finishing was he started? Or was this another psycho that liked hearing her scream? Acting our his rage against her. Coming back like a phantom with a vengeance.
Soon after the day was almost over, Jill sat against the brick wall. She guessed it was possible 4 o'clock, determined by the sunlight through her barred window. To how many days she's been missing, she didn't know. She just hoped to god that her parents were alive. If they were dead…it was her fault.
The kitten was in her arms, fiddling and biting her fingers, trying to draw blood or something.
Jill didn't mind until it bit hard, and she flinched, putting the feline down. She shook our her hand, hissing at the soft pain. Poor thing, it was probably hungry. Supporting herself with the brick wall, she stood up. But when her fingers touched the wall, it seemed to have touched paper. Jill turned, and in between the thin crevices of the brick was what looked like…notes.
Stranger's POV:
He held her face in between her hands, feeling sweat and blood in his fingernails along with the tingling sensation under his skin. The deed was done. The living room was now silent, and there was no more screaming. It was all over.
The girl, once blonde and beautiful, was struggling no more once the stranger had choked the air from her. Her screams were indeed loud, but not loud enough to satisfy the stranger as such. For reasons will be unknown.
The tightened rope on her wrists did nothing but let her bleed even more densely, it took the girl 14 minutes to die, flat. she choked and bled at the same time. 14 minutes for the stranger to look at her and watch the life leave her eyes.
Rope was tied around her neck, her ankles, her wrists, and waist. It was a much deeper hold on victims, so he could have his way with her. Her shirt was ripped open, but her skirt undamaged. And she was a fine piece of work. Very fine.
Now lying limp, pale, and blue in his arms sent a message to his brain. That this blue-eyed slim framed beautiful teen girl was his 30th victim. Including the first few girls he had raped and murdered. The stranger dropped her body to the floor, untied the rope, and lifted her skirt.
This was just for the hell of it.
She wore a thin laced green underwear with a heart symbol on the side. But the color of green was not visible as it was before, because it was stained red with blood and seed. He raised his hands to her thighs, not as warm as before, but still quite perfect. Then began to massage. Flesh was cold.
Her skin was already turning blue, but in some spots there was black and yellow bruises trying to blossom. He lifted her body into his arms, went out the back door, and out into the forest. A hole had already been dug up so it saved the stranger some time. He laid her down with a flop!
But before getting the shovel, the stranger took out a pair of scissors. Taking a hand full of her hair, he cut it off and tucked it away into his pocket. He cut off her shirt, bra, pants and underwear.
She laid naked and still beautiful. Her breasts were petite, but very satisfying. Her veins popped out all over her body, reminding him of a red and blue road map. Her face was still stricken with grief and terror. Some of her teeth were gone as was some of her fingernails. Her blue eyes looked pale grey, with a sharp black pupil. Her stomach was flat and…. very much mutilated.
Dozens and dozens of red cuts were marked all over her body. Soon, the bugs will have a feast. The girl started to begin to smell like a corpse, so before she smelled entirely, the stranger lifted up her body to his chest. Took her beautiful face in between his large hands, memorized her beauty, and kissed her dead lips.
He dug her up.
The stranger retired to his room, but did not sit down. He did not go to his bed. But stood in the middle of the room. He took out the blonde hair and put it in the middle of his bed. The stranger turned towards his door, looking directly at the basement door. It wasn't the same. No matter how beautiful that blonde was, the stranger was still stricken with the images of her in his head.
She was under the floorboards, either sleeping or playing with the animal he had just given her. Jill looked satisfied.
It angered him so much that she thought that she didn't find him as a good companion, less of a companion than that feline infant.
But it pleased the stranger that he put Jill Johnson in his shoes, without her even knowing it. It was so perfect.
But she did not have a craving and mind if a killer as he, for she cared and loved the kitten she had come to possess.
If put in reverse, Jill was his kitten, his unprotected hopeless defenseless little kitten, slowly transforming into a cougar.
The stranger thought about her kiss over and over again.
That simple taste he'll remember forever, thinking about a sympathy he had for absolutely no one when he went out to hunt. Just as he did for that girl, being eaten by the bugs in the forest.
But, thinking back to her, to Jill, and her ungratefulness, no, he did not feel any sympathy for the girl whatsoever.
Ungrateful little bitch.
He was giving her life! He gave her the time to breathe while she still had it! But what does she do? She spits in his face and treats it like a joke.
The stranger would not tolerate such! So he'll punish her, over and over and over again. There was so much she didn't know.
She'll learn. Even if it kills her.
But then there was a second lesson he was learning.
There was a bright side to what he gained.
But he was quite thankful in a way, because the stranger felt…wonderful. He felt very…secure. Almost…blissful.
She alone made him feel like he had come out of the darkness of a cold winter night not knowing how cold he had been until he felt the heat of the fire.
One must ask oneself something: Can you see heaven in the bud of a wildflower? A theory untested, but the stranger…oh…so…desired…to de-flower his hostage downstairs.
As it got late in the evening, he made his way through the forbidden door and down to Jill. Down to her cell.
His footsteps barely made a noise as he descended slowly and easily. Once he reached her ground floor, she was asleep with the feline at her chest. His gift had won her affection.
She laid there. Skin untouched and uncut. Her hair, short, but still beautiful. Her teeth and fingernails were still intact. Her legs and wrists were unharmed and unmarked. She was so fresh! So clean!
She was too innocent for her own good. Being bedazzled and obsessive, the stranger got up with his pliers. Unable to stand it anymore!
The pliers were close to her eyes, down the bridge of her nose, but more close to her lips. The muscles in his hand tensed and flexed, getting excited. The pliers softly touched her lips, close to her teeth.
