Chapter 9: God's Gonna Cut You Down
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Kat made as little sound as possible as she tried to get the ropes from around her wrists. She jumped out of her skin when a knock came at the door.
"Hello? Sir or Ma'am?" Daniel called. "I heard you. Are you decent?" He asked. Kat bit her lip. He knew she was in here...she couldn't just stay quiet.
"No, I don't think so...it's really dark in here...and I'm cold." Kat responded hesitantly.
"Alright... Can I come in? I won't look." He promised. Something about the way he spoke led Kat to believe he was telling the truth. She didn't know this man, but she felt like she could trust him.
"Y-Yeah... Okay." Kat gave him permission to open the door and turn the light on. His eyes were closed. He wasn't kidding...
"I'm in the bathtub." Kat directed. "Tied up on my wrists." Kat leaned forward to make her wrists more accessible as she sat up on her knees. Daniel knelt down, and she felt his hand take hold of the rope. Kat groaned from the soreness as her arms were allowed to snap back into a relaxed position.
"Is there a towel in here?" Daniel asked still not opening his eyes.
"Yeah..." Kat was breathless. She couldn't believe it was over. Kat got up and wrapped the towel around herself. "Okay...I'm covered." Kat looked this man up and down before he opened his eyes. He examined her for a moment.
"I'm so sorry..." He held his hands together. "For all that you suffered...was for my cause. I'll see to it every penny is returned to you." He smiled. Kat started to tear up. She thought she might hug this man. "Shh..." he hushed her. "You've been through quite a lot today I'd imagine...you don't have to thank me..." He smiled. "Let's get you back into your clothes." He led her out into Vincent's room.
"W-where'd Vincent go...?" Kat looked around the room. Clear signs of a struggle but Vincent was missing.
"Don't worry about him. He won't be bothering anyone ever again." Daniel smiled. "Do you have clothes in here or do you need me to get them from whichever one is your room?" He asked. She started to feel uneasy...If this guy was really on her side he would have called the police by now...
"It looks like the clothes Vincent had me wear are still right here..." She pulled an extremely similar outfit to the one Daniel was wearing. Daniel turned around and faced the wall. Kat sighed and reluctantly dropped the towel and pulled the shirt over her head before stepping into the pants and buckling them. "All done." She sighed. Daniel turned around.
"Well don't you look familiar!" He chuckled. Kat blushed beginning to feel frustrated.
"C-can we call the police...? Please?" She practically begged him.
"Not yet." he chuckled. "I'm not done here..." Kat felt her stomach drop. "So...why the get-up?" He pointed at her.
"I don't know...Vincent made me wear it... He made me bleach my hair and wear contacts too...H-he even called me D-Daniel..." Kat was shrinking under his gaze. It was far too intense.
"You don't say..." He raised a brow looking at the fresh bruises forming around her neck. He sighed. He should have killed Vincent slower...much slower...oh well, it was too late now!
"Please...Can I go?" Kat looked at the door longingly. Daniel smiled at her.
"You won't get very far I can promise you." He gave her a sympathetic look. "I'm afraid I can't let you just leave! Vincent is tied to my church, you understand...He's donated a large amount of money..." Kat gulped and started backing away. He closed in on her quickly pulling out his knife. "You've been hurt in the worst ways imaginable...why don't you let me take the pain away? I can put you out of your misery..." Kat had heard enough. She darted for the bathroom. With any hope she could lock the door in time