Chapter Six

For four days Lisa had done nothing but sit in that room. There was nothing to read and no TV to watch, nothing to do but sit and wait. Wait for what she didn t know. She thought at first that Basta would kill her, but now he barely even looked at her and never said a word, he just put a tray of food on the small table by the door and left again. It was always the same food, on the same tray and always at the same time of day. She knew Basta was becoming complacent about her presence there. She was careful never to move when he was due to come into the room and never made eye-contact with him or even raised her head. Sometimes during the past few days she had felt like a corpse. The lack of emotion didn t surprise her. A part of her had died in that village when Shelly did. Nothing would ever feel the same again and Lisa had closed her mind and her heart to it. It was the only way to survive this.

As far as Basta was concerned Lisa may as well have been a corpse. She was alarmed at first by his lack of interest in her, that it was some new game he had invented to make her feel at ease. She thought he would be torturing her, why else would he keep her? But apparently his interest had waned and that suited Lisa well. She had heard him heckling the other women in the village through the boarded up windows and knew she was safe from him. She could continue to play the dead woman and keep the truth from Basta. After all, the last thing she wanted him to know was that her strength and her determination to escape were returning. She knew it would only take another day or two before she was ready to make a run for it. She'd been listening closely through the boards on the window and she knew no-one else lived near Basta, that they only passed by. It didn t surprise her that he never had any visitors, even though the rest of the Black Jackets were killers she didn t think any of them could take as much pleasure in it as Basta did. He was as cold-blooded a killer as Lisa had ever met, and she'd met a fair few of them in her time.

In here she had no way to check the time but she knew when she heard the first footfall on the step that he was bringing her dinner. He would open the door, glance quickly at her, place the tray on the little table and leave again; always making sure the door was locked behind him. The footsteps were at the door now and she heard the key turning. She stared blankly at the wall trying to clear any thoughts from her mind lest she should give herself away.

Basta entered the room and placed the tray on the table same as every one of the days before. Lisa didn't look, she didn t even blink she just went right on staring at that wall. Yet she sensed that something was different today, Basta was lingering by the door whereas he had usually left by now. She could feel his eyes upon her and felt her pulse quickening with fear. She tried to ignore it, to pretend that nothing had changed but her own heart betrayed her. The way he kept on looking at her, she knew he could see something different. Did she look better, stronger or could he read her thoughts and know that she was planning to escape?

He began to move across the room, slowly getting closer. It took all her will and determination not to move, not to look at him. He sat on the edge of the bed and turned the chair towards him, scraping it on the floorboards. Lisa found herself staring straight into the cold, clear gaze of a killer, Shelly's killer. There were no emotions in his face; it was blank, frozen, and dead. Suddenly her cheating heart felt like it had stopped beating and she couldn t help but look down to the floor. Oh, how she hated him! The emotion flooded through her veins like poison. Through her eyelashes she could see him still. His face was suddenly alight with malice, an evil smirk spread on his lips.

"I knew you couldn't keep that act up forever" Basta whispered as he stood up and slid his hand round the back of Lisa's neck and into her hair.

Grabbing a handful of hair at the nape of her neck he snapped her head back so she was looking straight up at him. He started running his knife down the side of her face and across her lips, caressing her with it.

Looking directly into her eyes Lisa felt every inch of her body turn icy cold as he leaned towards her and whispered "Now I get to play".

I know it's been a long time but hopefully someone out there still wants to read this lol.

I'm going to have trouble with the next chapter as it's very violent so I'm not entirely sure it's suitable to put on this site tbh but I'll have a think on it and if people want it I'll do my best to make it suitable!

Thanks all x