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It took Abbie a few moments to realize that something was wrong. She wasn't quite sure how she knew. That would have taken a few more seconds, but she didn't have those seconds, because before she could even reach over and flick on the light, something pounced at her and suddenly a man was holding her and there was a sharp, cold, point jabbed into her chest.
A knife.
Abbie froze. Her mind flashed back to the crime scene pictures she'd seen of his victims, and of his confession of how he had tortured and murdered six women, every word aimed at her. He had not been confessing but reliving his murders with Abbie as the victim. And now he was getting the chance to actually kill her.
No. She would not let him kill her, and with that thought, she was suddenly free of her paralysis. She ignored the knife and tried to push Matt Bergstrom away from her, her mind unwillingly flashing back not to her last encounter with him but to what had happened to her in college. She pushed the thought away from her, but had less success with the murderer, he was stronger than he looked, and had a knife, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in her arm and blood was dripping from the knife wound. He smiled, and Abbie began to fight harder, wishing that he didn't have her cornered against the door so she could actually fight, wishing that she had her gun, wishing that she had just sucked up her pride or whatever it was and let Jack walk her in.
Matt Bergstrom began talking, describing in explicit detail exactly what he was going to do to her. It was even worse than listening to his confession, and Abbie tried to block out the words, tried to think of what she could do, how she could get away, how she could fight, of anything she could do to make the words he was saying not be true.
He grabbed her, and despite the knife now at her throat she struggled as hard as she could against him, but it was useless, and there was nothing she could do against his voice in her ear describing how he was going to demean her and torture her and kill her. Suddenly the room was flooded by light, and his voice was saying how he wanted to be able to see her face, and suddenly she screamed, as loud as she could, a long scream- why hadn't she screamed before?- that did not stop when he pressed the knife harder against her, did not stop until she ran out of breath. She was just drawing air for another scream when his hand pressed over her mouth. She bit him, hard, and he jerked his hand away and she drew air to scream again until he thrust something, a piece of cloth, maybe, into her mouth, a gag. He looked at his hand, where she had bit him, and laughed, a bone chilling laugh that would have been terrifying even if it had not come from a man trying to kill her.
Now there was the chance that someone had heard her scream, but she doubted it, and he was saying that no one would come, no one would hear her screams, which would be a stupid, corny line from a horror movie except that it wasn't. He suddenly had a rope he had taken out from somewhere and began to tie her hands and she suddenly knew that he was going to kill her, that she was about to die.
Abbie managed to spit out the gag, and went very still and allowed him to work on tying her hands together, and tried not to hear what he was saying, and he had almost completed the knot when she suddenly jerked her hands away, hard. The rope fell to the ground.
The cold metal of the knife was at her chest again. She screamed, not the loud, trying to attract attention scream of before but a small scream of sheer terror, and he smiled and she suddenly grabbed the knife and shoved it hard into his throat.
Blood began to pour out of the wound. He choked and gurgled, and then died.
.Isn't it ironic that it'll be a woman who kills you? Abbie remembered asking him, threatening him with the death penalty.
It was ironic.
But she didn't smile at the irony, just stood there, staring at his body, still clutching the bloody knife. She had just killed a man. Yes, it was self defense, yes, he deserved to die, yes, she'd told him that she would happily push the button to kill him. But none of that mitigated the fact that the body on the floor was no longer alive because she had slit its throat.
TBC
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