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~ Chapter Eleven ~

Chad looked around the room, tears falling from his eyes in huge drops as he tried to calm himself down, "Where would she have gone?" He muttered to himself, pacing back and forth as he tried to think where she would be.

It had been hours since she left, it was too long and he had no idea what to do. He thought about calling the police, surely they would do something knowing there was a killer on the loose?

He shook his head, trying to tell himself that she wasn't with the murderer, she was fine, she was talking to someone or she wanted to be alone – anything but that.

He bit down on his lip as he tried his best not to cry again, he wanted to hold her in his arms more than anything else, he wanted to be able to tell her he loved her – he didn't want to lose her.

"Josh." He whispered to himself, looking around the empty house before grabbing his keys – he could only hope Sonny was wrong and he was right – Josh couldn't be a killer. Could he?

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She woke up to darkness, whimpering in pain when she felt a rough gag on her mouth, clawing at the edges of her mouth as she tasted a small amount of blood in her mouth. She shook her head, trying to move as she felt rope burning at her wrists and ankles.

Tears ran down her face as she moved to her side, whimpering even louder through the rough material on her mouth. She wanted Chad, she wanted to feel his warm embrace, she wanted him to kiss her and tell her that it was all going to be okay – because it didn't feel like that right then.

She wondered if he was going to kill her, cut her up into small pieces like he had her best friend. She shuddered at the thought of him on top of her, inside of her – like he had been Tawni.

She struggled against the ropes as she thought about it, screaming into the gag as hot tears burned their way down her pale cheeks, hitting the cold concrete floor in small drops. She wanted Chad to burst through the door and save her from Josh, just like he had saved her from herself not that long ago.

"Sonny, Sonny, Sonny." She could hear him, but she couldn't see him as she tried to look around – only just realizing she had a blindfold on.

"J-Josh." She stuttered when he loosened the gag, slipping it down a little, wanting him to leave her alone, wanting him to admit it all and just let her go – how could she not have seen this coming?

"It's all going to be okay, you're safe now." He whispered, putting his hand on her face, using his rough fingers to stroke her cheek as she struggled, silently comparing the feeling to Chad's, the way his soft fingers ran up and down her face, sometimes wiping away the tears and kissing it all better. This was the opposite feeling – she would rather die than let him touch her.

"Please." She whimpered, wishing he would take off the blindfold so she could look into his eyes – the eyes of a killer – if she was going to die, she would rather be able to look at him while he was doing it, she longed to see that hate in his eyes, the thing that drove him to killing her best friend.

"It's going to be okay." He smiled at her, sitting down and stroking her hair, ignoring her pleads for help as he slowly lay her on her back, "This is going to be fun." She shook her head, this is it, she thought, this is the end.

She had never really planned out her death, but she had never thought this would be it. She didn't think this was how she was going to die – tied up by some guy she believed to be nice, raped and then murdered.

She thought about Chad, how happy she was when she was with him – even after Tawni had died, she still felt something around him. She would look into those eyes and suddenly it would be okay, she knew she would be able to make it through anything as long as he was by her side.

Chad gave her a reason to live, he let her breath again. And she needed him more than anything right there and then.

She groaned in pain when he finally climbed on top of her, tearing off her blindfold as her eyes adjusted to the sharp light that came with it, catching the photographs of Tawni as she cried out even harder.

She wondered what the last thing Tawni had said was, how much had she pleaded with him to stop? Did she fight until the very end? Did she scream for help? Did anyone hear her? Could she have been saved?

She shook her head, looking at him before closing her eyes, this could not be happening to her, she didn't want it to end like this – she wanted to be happy and free, she wanted to live her life for herself and for Tawni and she wanted to be able to let Chad hold her in his arms – she knew, that even if she lived through this, it would never be the same again.

It was when he crashed his lips onto hers that the survival factor fell into place, when she found herself suddenly kicking and screaming, biting down on his lip as he tried to deepen the kiss.

Sonny Munroe had never been the best fighter, she hated violence, she hated anything to do with it but right there and then, she fought with everything she had – she bit him, tried her best to kick him, anything to make sure he wouldn't carry on, anything to stop herself from having the same fate as Tawni.

But when his fist made contact with her face, her head slamming onto the floor, she knew there was nothing left – hope was gone, it wad dead along with faith and love. Everything was gone, and she knew she would never be the same again when she heard the sound of a zip coming undone.

And as she closed her eyes, biting her lip when she felt her pants being slowly slid down her long legs – she knew that it was over and she couldn't help but wonder if Tawni had given up before or after her.

None of it mattered though, because now she wanted to die.