Chapter 15:

The Next Day:

Soon after the day was almost over, Jill sat against the brick wall. She guessed it was possibly 4 o'clock, determined by the sunlight through her barred window. Though, she was no expert. Who knows how many days she's been missing, she didn't know. Jill didn't even bother to count, it wasn't because she was lazy, but scared to know.

She just hoped to god that her parents were alive. If they were dead…it was her fault. For those dull thoughts, she cried. And cried. And cried. Her parents had to be out looking for her. They had to call the police or something.

Her tears were dried for now.

After crying too much of course.

The kitten was in her arms, fiddling and biting her fingers, trying to draw blood or something. It gave some ease and company.

Jill didn't mind until it bit hard, and she flinched, putting the feline down. She shook out her hand, hissing at the soft pain. Poor thing, it was probably hungry. The kitten licked its paws and wiped its face.

Supporting herself with the brick wall, she stood up. Her legs had almost fallen asleep. But when her fingers touched the wall, it seemed to have touched something else than what you would touch against a wall. It felt like paper. Her finger nails scratched at the surface. It was paper! Jill turned, and in between the thin crevices of the brick was what looked like…notes. It even looked like little squares of toilet paper, laying flat in the thin openings of the wall.

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. Any man would've done the same thing to her.

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 was a sight.

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. Torn out. 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 kneeled down in her grace, lifted up her body to his chest. Took her beautiful face in between his large hands, memorized her beauty, and softly, slowly, 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. He'll have it saved in his drawer.

The stranger turned towards his door, looking directly at the basement door.

How many hours has it been?

It wasn't the same.

Nothing had changed.

No matter how beautiful and satisfying that blonde was, the stranger was still stricken with the images of 'her' in his head.

Before Jill fell asleep that night, she had found the notes within the brick walls, tweaking curiosity. Jill rubbed her fingers on the surface of the wall. Feeling stone and brick, and the thin layer of paper.

With the edges of her fingernails, she pulled out the paper notes very softly, careful not to rip it or damage it. It slowly slid out, pulling out mold and dirt. Dust fell from the edges, and it was in her hands.

It was paper, but it turned a little brown and yellow from age. She had no idea how long it'd been there. It wasn't wrapped, but extremely stiff, stiff enough to slide into the brick walls.

Jill dusted it off, and to her surprise, it was legible.

June 23rd

65 hours Into

I just want to say mom dad I love

you very much and I am so grateful

for all the things you did for me help

when I was growing up I know I

haven't talk to you guys that much

and I regret that more than anything

in the world I love you all so much

I love you help I love you someone's

Coming I don't know help I love you

please be happy when I am gone

Tommy I love you and I will always

be with you help and I am sorry for all

the things that I may have to upset

You - I didn't mean it please take

care of Emily because I know I'm

not coming back

Jill held the paper tighter. This was possibly moments before she died. The girl was dead. Whoever this was. She didn't even know who wrote this, there was no author written, it was anonymous. It scared the hell out of her. It would scare the hell out of anyone, because what if it was Jill writing letters like these in a few days? It was the long waiting that got to her. To wait. To wait even longer.

And wait.

And wait.

She's been dead for a long time. Whoever wrote this didn't write down the date but June 23rd was months ago. Over 9 months ago. Or more. Even Jill didn't know what date it was. The stranger didn't tell her.

After a few more minutes, she began to cry. The girls family had no idea that no idea that she wrote this. The girl would never see her family again, and she mentioned someone named Tommy and Emily.

It was the most tragic thing in the world.

She cried and cried. It was a farewell death note.

How many girls have been down here? She… was… in the same place those other girls have died in, she was in her exact same position. But she could not read anymore, the sunlight was gone.

The note was crisp and old, looking ugly from being stored away in time. Perhaps tomorrow she'll read more and perhaps there was more notes tucked away somewhere in the cell. In the walls. Under the floorboards, anywhere.

There was no signature of the author, and the writing suggests it was written in panic or something. It looked like chicken scratch.

She tucked the note away under her mattress.

2 days later:

Stranger's POV:

The red head was muffling something he couldn't understand, but it was maybe somewhere along letting her go and begging for mercy.

Her beautiful face was burned, and her burns were smeared all across her cheek that reached up to her eyes.

It was a crescent shaped moon burn, and it took her jaw and her right eye. Some of the bone along her jaw line was visible, he could even see her tongue. She had one green eye and one ugly grey eye.

Leaving her horribly disfigured, but the rest of her body was still beautiful. As he found out that night. Her thighs had ached that night and so did his groin, but that hour had passed.

But along those lines, the girl chucked back her head, screaming and coughing up spit and saliva on herself. Her tanned skin was a bit orange and red, but had purple borders around her burns. The stranger got his pliers and held up her hand, as if he was going to kiss it, but instead examined her neatly polished nails on her left hand.

Her nails looked freshly filed and were long, all the more better to pull them out, so he got his pliers and got a tight grip on it. Her nails were quite crispy against the hard metal.

But before he could do so, the girl let out a long, long, long muffled scream. She thrashed around, knowing that she would have to repeat the same kind of terrible pain that she received all night.

On her right hand, all her finger nails had been pulled out, having her bleed with intense pain. There was red hand marks all over her body. Her fingers were swollen and the flesh inside looked like the inside of a chewed grape.

He took them all out. With a tight and slow pluck. She screamed and fainted, not being able to withstand the pain any longer, allowing him to kiss her hand afterwards.

The stranger piled her finger nails all into a box and placed it onto his shelves, untying her feet and hands. The red head would die in her sleep that night, as the stranger got his barbed wire and choked her. Her eyes bulged. A red line was visible on her neck. She looked dead.

The little barbed thorns cut into her skin, hitting a jugular line, as blood gurgled through her neck and mouth, making her quiver and thrash about one last time. Her white teeth was outlined in red. The stranger threw away the wire, and picked up her body and made his way to the forest. A hole was already dug up for her, next to the brunette girl's grave, and threw her body down. She ended up falling with a flop.

He got his knife and cut off all her clothes, getting another one last feel of her breasts and thighs, remembering his climax he experienced with her. She was a fine piece of ass. What he would do to go another round.

But the job wasn't finished, as the girl slightly opened her eyes, and tried to say something. Bubbly blood oozed out of her nose. Unable to hear it, the stranger kneeled down and closed her one beautiful green eye with his finger.

He'll bury her alive.

1 Day Later:

"You are so beautiful… so sexy. I hope you experienced more satisfaction that I did," the stranger whispered, kissing the girl's dead lips.

"If you were here, I'd marry you… Feel you against me every second. Fuck your brains out. You'd feel so at home. It'd just be me and you…"

The stranger slipped his fingers inside of her and kissed her again, groaning and pleasuring himself. Rubbing against her stomach and her breasts that were full and very attractive, he could've reached climax again.

"But, you're not the girl for me…"

The stranger let her drop to the floor with a plunk! Her head fell to the side, and her arms fell to her side. Something cracked within the back of her neck, making her head turn sideways in a way it's not suppose to.

"You were innocent. You were mine. But now… you belong to the maggots…"

The stranger unwrapped the plastic from her head, blood squirting from the wrap as the girl's mouth fell open.

"It was an honor being your first time. But the honor was honestly all mine…"

He buried her.

This beautiful young girl who was possibly 14 or 15 years old was his 37th victim, and he cut off her hair as he did to all the other girls.

Once, a long time ago, he did care about collecting their hair. It was his hobby. His knack, his little private activity.

But now, it wasn't as satisfying as it was before.

He would throw their hair anywhere, instead of placing it neatly in his shelves like he used to.

The other girls were all still the same, their life, their death, everything, the screaming.

The flare.

The steam, their tears, his sweat.

Crushing their bodies.

Taking what can't be borrowed. He went out of his way to get those girls.

But it was all dead in the end, he couldn't find that flare anymore.

It was all the same!

Why was it all the same!

Nothing had changed! There was no…there wasn't anything to it anymore.

Just some slut after another, screaming, whining, and blood everywhere!

Nothing! Where was the adventure in it all! It wasn't right!

Where was the satisfaction he had once felt with all these girls?

There was no justice in it anymore, he couldn't find it anymore.

Where was it! What happened!

After all of his waiting, all of his effort, his strife….

He snapped.

"Oh fuck it…!" the stranger yelled, his desire taking over.

He opened 'her' door.

Jill's POV:

There was 12 notes she found, all scribbled down. Not everything was legible. Not everything was fair, and not everything was…pretty. The girl or girls…wrote down that their nails had been torn off. Their toenails. They had been cut and sliced along their thighs and stomach. He manipulated them. He burned them with pokers and gasoline and forks and spoons. The kidnapper had forced them to take a shower with him. Kissed them with force and lust. Do blow jobs. Doggy style by force.

Force them to do everything and anything he wanted.

Undress infront of him.

Kiss him.

Cut their own hair and give it to him.

Put on a show.

And even to have sex with him in the most disgusting ways.

The stranger was despicable and downright evil. Jill now knew what kind of monster he really was, and she locked her cage tight and firmly. There was no way she was going to get out again.

After hearing the routine of noises, the stranger came into view. Breathing and panting, like he had run a mile in under 5 minutes.

This was it.

The stranger yelled out like a furious animal, hitting and kicking her cage door, as if he was the one trying to escape.

"Go away!" Jill screamed.

The stranger yanked on her door, the bolts came loose, bouncing loose.

"NO! NO! GO AWAY!"

He was yanking on the door.

"NO! DON'T!"

Pounding away at the lock, without a key.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU DID! NO!"

The stranger was halfway through.

"PLEASE DON'T! NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"

The stranger got loose and quickly placed a kiss on her. But it wasn't one of those scary, nasty, forceful ones… it was a passionate one. She turned head away and the stranger began to kiss her neck as if that was happy permission.

His tongue and teeth nipped at her skin, getting deep, as if intending to break her jugular in the softest fashion. Jill's fingers pulled on his shirt, trying to pull him the opposite way, but he sat up on his knees. His hands scrambled for his belt.

No!

He untied his belt but didn't throw it away, but instead tied her hands around it and tied it to the post of the bed. Jill's hands were locked together above her head, and she began to panic!

"Please….no! Please, you can't… Please…"

She yanked, but the belt didn't even budge. Every time she yanked, the bed would shake back and forth, shifting across the floor. He began to kiss her around her neck as his hands began to take off her shirt until her breasts were revealed. Jill screamed and began to sob.

"No…! Don't…!"

He took off his shirt and threw it to the ground, kissing her chest, to her breasts. He tasted them, touched them, and kissed them roughly, finally satisfying his craving he's had for days. His teeth roughly teased at her nipples, sucking and kissing.

His heat increasing.

Her breasts jiggled at his every touch.

"Don't…!"

His hand undid her pants, slipped it off, and stared at her body before him. She must've been Christmas morning, because he could not take his eyes off her, she was so beautiful. She was stunning.

"Oh gods…!" he groaned deeply in his throat.

He kissed between her breasts and down to her stomach, leaving behind soft red hickies, showing her veins.

"Stop…! Please… no…!"

"Shut the fuck up…!"

Jill blushed madly, looking away, ashamed to know that a warmth was rising in her stomach all the way into her thighs.

Her hair was sticking to her face because of sweat.

She was getting wet between her thighs, oh god, Jill would possibly given in soon.

"Please, you can't do this…!"

The stranger groaned painfully, loudly, taking off his pants, and laid his body down upon hers.

Dreams of this won't pass.

He was entirely naked now, making Jill squirm with a newfound excitement that wanted her to wrap her arms around him, but was refused the courtesy because of his belt.

"…You can't…"

"Shut up!"

His body was huge, so he gently crushed her stomach, getting support with his arms, letting her legs have the access to open.

With so much going on, he slowly slipped off her underwear, her last defense and he did not enter.

But began to grind, trying to arouse her as mush as she did him.

Jill gasped, she could feel his cock slid around her thighs, hardened and wet with enthusiasm.

It felt disgusting and awful.

He was begging for an entry. His captive pressed, pushed and tried to block him, but that didn't step her from slowly enjoying him kiss, hug, and crush her body into the arms of bliss and happiness.

She wanted to vomit from the horror.

He grinded his chest on her stomach, and Jill looked away as he continued to kiss down her stomach and down to between her thighs. His tongue teased her on her thighs, this was it, and Jill jumped as his tongue was devouring her from the inside.

He muzzled himself in her.

"Stop…"

"I said shut up!" he growled.

Her head jutted backwards with a scream and her chest rose, trying to kick him away with her legs- but had the instinct to not move, because it was arousing her in a way that nothing had ever did.

He was magnificent… his tongue made her body rise from the bed sheets in spasms of strength, holding her breathe, and secretly begging for more.

"Stop… don't…"

She liked it, so she moaned, getting close to climax.

The cruelty.

She moaned and began to slowly buck.

He lifted his head towards her, licking his lips. Right the second he stopped, Jill stopped writhing in pleasure, ashamed. She knew what he heard.

"What a beautiful noise…"

She didn't say anything, but wanted nothing from him but to continue awakening this smoldering sexual craving of a crouched Bengal tiger. She had never been touched like this before.

His hand was lowered past her stomach- then suddenly felt a finger being inserted in her, making Jill jump back and scream again!

Her nails dug into her palms.

"Don't!"

Pumping his finger inside and out, inside and out, slowly stretching her wet walls both gently and slowly, making her get accustomed to it.

"You're tight…" he groaned," So tight…"

He entered a second finger, stretching her a bit more. Jill's pain was incredible, but he didn't stop.

The stranger kissed her neck, hearing her moan and feeling her moan travel through her throat on his lips as his fingers gained a little speed.

Rumbling.

"Oh god… Almost there…" he groaned through clenched teeth.

"Stop…" Jill whispered to him, closing her eyes to his supernatural touch.

"Shut up!"

The stranger almost cried out- he almost howled, being grief-stricken with pain that she wasn't his yet. All those girls never even compared to her, not even a little bit, not eve at all.

His erection was almost at the point of complete absolute pain, begging and aching to feel her insides like he had done in his dreams for the past few months he had dreamed of her.

His stomach, thighs and stomach were stiff, and he wouldn't hesitate anymore. Hs forehead and chest were covered in sweat.

"You fucking slut…" he groaned," I-I've given you n-nothing but love…" he licked and nipped at her jaw line," And… y-you don't-oh god- don't do anything for m-me…"

Jill bit her lip, feeling courage being conjured after all these days.

"I'm sorry…" she whispered.

The stranger stopped.

Sound and light faded away in the cooling space between them, and he couldn't have heard his captive tell him an apology, could he?

He leaned up and looked at her face.

Her face was covered in tears and was red from shyness and heat.

She never looked away.

With his hands, he covered them both in bed sheets, stroked her face, pushing back her wet hair, making her comfortable, and releasing her from his belt on the bed post. She wrapped herself in him.

For the first time, Jill had given him- had allowed him an actual true kiss from her, savoring his taste and allowing his tongue to discover her between her lips. She allowed him to discover and touch he limbs in any way he wished. The big bed sheets turned into a pool, surrounding them, almost holding them in a nest.

She allowed him to kiss her neck and touch her breasts with his rough thumbs and in between his fingers, kissing and sucking them like a newborn kitten would. She allowed him to hear her moans, groans, and yelps of ecstasy and pleasure out loud, as he continued to make her wet and cry out for more and more and more.

Their heads were bent together like flowers in the evening frost, cold, but warm within their veins. She allowed him to feel her legs wrap around his waist, giving him that welcome he's been dreaming of since he first smelled her hair, between the flares, feeling steam. She allowed him to enter her, slowly and gently, taking her.

He closed his eyes, moving inside of her, and the stiffness all over his body melted away like chains when his orgasm almost split his body in half. He was in more pain that she had been when she hit climax, because when she hit her climax, her nails raked down his back, as she moaned and writhed under angels singing.

He released his milk into her, making his body collapse against her like a rock, crushing her wonderfully. Heart rate increased in speed, and he watched her burn away into sleep somewhere between midnight and 1 o'clock. He covered them both in their bed sheets again, bottling up their heated bodies, entwined to hold and keep.

He laid beside her, watching her, mesmerizing her face, and felt himself burn away into sleep somewhere between 2 o'clock and 3.

To his disdain, the stranger was in such a haste to make her his, that he had forgotten to close and lock the door, leading up to the upside world. Somewhere between 3 and 4 o'clock, they had slept, until morning rose. The door to freedom was open. With that in her knowledge, the captive slipped out of his greedy arms, giving one last kiss to his lips, and running away.

She ran under the light bulb.

Past the red curtains.

Up the stairs.

Through the door.

And…