Authors note: This is my re-written Chapter 12, I've re-wrote this chapter as I didn't like it and I felt it wasn't right for the characters. Please review
Chapter 12:
Tiffany awoke to find Charles resting at the bottom of the bed, awh he must of collapsed down there after coming from work she thought with a loving smile. After living in their new home for over two weeks they had both settled in well, Charles had took a job at Kenneth's security firm as a security guard, The problem was that the nights were long, and he was forced to stand shivering outside nightclubs in the cold. Tiffany often found him curled up on the sofa, as he didn't want to disturb Tiffany's sleep by creeping into the bedroom. Tiffany had settled well into a life of domestic living, because her father paid the rent and most of the young couples bills, Charles had saved up a lot of money, allowing him to plan of buying the house. With enough money coming into the household because of Charles and Kenneth, Tiffany was allowed to be unemployed and still live a life of luxury.
Gently stroking his head, she leaned towards him and pecked him on the cheek before quietly getting out of bed. While entering the living room, Tiffany noticed an intriguing looking box. It was painted black, and resting on top of it was a photograph album. Grabbing the photograph album, Tiffany noticed that written on the cover was Sweet Memories. As she went to flick through it she heard Charles leaving the bedroom and slammed it shut, then returned it to the top of the box. Charles entered the living room with a smile before he rushed over to the box, "what is that" asked Tiffany as she sat down on the couch. Charles looked at her with a smile before he grabbed the photograph album and handed it to Tiffany. "I got you this" said Charles as he sat beside Tiffany, "Oh baby, you didn't have too" replied Tiffany
"Nah, it's okay, I thought it'd be good for you. You know babe, it'll keep you busy" explained Charles before he added "I thought it'd be nice you know, to put some of sweetest memories in there"
"Our most precious memories" giggled Tiffany before she kissed Charles. Opening the photograph album, Tiffany was suprised to find that the first few pages had been filled. The first page had a picture of Tiffany as a young child, and another picture on the page was a picture of Charles. The next few pages were pictures of them growing up, then both of them talking at the party were they met, which Ryan had quickly took. Other pictures included ones of them cradling eachother in there arms, or romantically kissing eachother. Then when Tiffany turned the next page, she found an article from a newspaper had been stuck into it. Beside the article was a picture of herself and Charles and drawn around it was a heart and written below it was Bound Together. Tiffany's heart suddenly sunk inside of her, and her jaw dropped as she glanced back at the article and found that its title was Body In Box Found.
"Isn't that cool" laughed Charles
"No" shrieked Tiffany before she panicked "what if they find out it's us"
"They won't come on!, the rats and shit teared her body apart, there was probably hardly any body in that box... and come on! am her boyfriend and they haven't even linked her back to me" Charles confidently told her
"Okay baby" replied Tiffany before she placed the album beside her, wrapped her arms around Charles then intimately kissed him.
"So what's in the box" questioned Tiffany as she and Charles laid on the couch. Charles jumped up enthusiastically, then rushed to the box with a child-like smile. "It better not be Corrina" joked Tiffany before Charles opened the box and slowly pulled out a pair of cuffs as he smirked "I got a few things". Tiffany then remembered Charles' fantasy, and smiled. She was worried about the thought of luring girls for Charles' pleasure and possibly to their deaths, but she was pleased that she'd be proving herself once again to Charles. She also knew she got some perverse thrill out of a criminal lifestyle, a lifestyle which seemed attractive to her.
Also in the box was a leather whip which came with a matching gag, several pairs of gloves, a notepad to use for planning, rope and several bottles of sleeping pills. "And I've got more" laughed Charles as he turned around then pulled another similiar box from behind the couch. In this one was a hunting knife, small revolver, a video-recorder and a camera. "What are they for" asked Tiffany pointing at the video-recorder and the camera. Charles looked at Tiffany, laughing at her dumbness then explained "to record ourselves"
"What do you mean" asked Tiffany
"To make films, starring me and the girls" answered Charles with an evil grin.
Holding eachother on the bed, Charles and Tiffany talked to eachother about their plans of crime and how they should act. "We need a word, a codeword" said Charles
"Like what Chucky" replied Tiffany
"I dunno, something to let us know we're ready" replied Charles
"Like ready, meaning that we're ready to take her"
"Yeah" replied Charles
"I've got one" smiled Tiffany
"Oh yeah, what is it" laughed Charles as he ran his fingers through her hair
"Well, lets say the girl gets in the car. Well one of us say 'you hungry' and if we like the girl the other one will say 'yeah I've got the munchies'...What do you think" explained Tiffany. Charles chuckled loudly before he actually thought about it then agreed "yeah, that's actually a good plan".
"Okay" repeated Tiffany before she asked "so what's the story" then she added "how'd I get them in the car"
"Babe, come on... be creative" laughed Charles before he advised her "just follow your instincts". Tiffany was riddled with nerves, she kept wondering what would happen if she did something wrong. She was also scared in case she and Charles were caught I don't want to go to jail she thought to herself as she walked frantically around the house. It was a high-risk mission, and quite potentially dangerous, it wasn't as if she was an actress who needed to learn a few lines for a play. This was reality, and she needed to learn the lines she was going to use to lure a girl to Charles.
No thought Tiffany as she glanced at the photograph album he won't make me do it, not if I don't want to. Trying to gather up some confidence within herself, she stared at her reflection as she stood in the bathroom, before opening the door then going to find Charles. Charles was resting on the couch in the livingroom, in one hand he held a can of beer and in the other he held the television remote. Sitting beside him, she snuggled towards him before she said almost in a whisper "Charles".
Finally capturing Charles's attention, she stroked his face lovingly and whimpered "I can't do this"
"Can't do what" mumbled Charles as he took a swig of his beer
"I can't do what you want"
"You mean your saying, you won't get me a girl" snapped Charles
"No baby, I will but I can't right now...It doesn't feel right" stuttered Tiffany
"Baby, I love... Prove that your my one, and just get me a girl" Charles said trying to persuade and manipulate Tiffany
"I am your one, and you should know that without me even getting you a girl" replied the sad Tiffany before she added "it was alright and all fun when we were talking about it earlier. But now, it's becoming real. This is a real life were dealing with it ain't just a fantasy, it's reality"
"That's what you promised, to make my fantasy reality" shouted the angry Charles as he threw his beer can to one side.
"Well I ain't doing it" roared Tiffany before she whimpered cowardly "not for now anyway"
"You bitch, you've ruined everything" moaned Charles before he grabbed Tiffany and lashed her to the floor. Hitting the floor, Tiffany glared at Charles and screamed "you bastard". Leaping to her feet, she was suprised when Charles stood up from the couch and slapped her across the face. "Don't fucking hit me" yelled Tiffany as she punched Charles across the face. Startled, Charles simply snarled her knowing that he might as well not hit her, as ignoring her would make her suffer more. As Charles turned around he glared at Tiffany and sneered "I'll do it myself". Tiffany stood motionless as she watched Charles walk out of their home then she shouted "You try and do it yourself, you bastard".
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Cheerful children roamed the park as the green grass blowed in the warm summers breeze. Dogs happily ran after frisbee's and chased balls, as their owners stretched across the grass and relaxed. Young children sat with there loving families, quickly gobbling up their picnics so they could play on the swings. The lake was surrounded by young teenagers, standing together giggling and laughing, as some of them dived into the lake to escape the hot summers heat. Charles sat resting underneath the shade of a tree, as a gentle breeze blew through his hair. Glancing over his shoulder, he checked the mini-van which he would have to lure a victim to. Sighing with boredom, Charles muttered to himself "I should of forced the bitch to come" before he wandered off into the park. Scanning the area, he desperately tried to find a young victim. "Young and hot, she's gotta' be that" he told himself as he checked out the local girls. Searching his pockets, he pulled out a ciggarette before moaning to himself after realising he had no lighter. Looking around, Charles noticed a young girl standing alone. Tossing his ciggarette onto the grass, he at first stalked the girl who was to become his prey. Following the girl throughout the park, Charles watched her carefully, checking that the girl was alone. She was extremely pretty, Charles could see that she had hypnotizing, piercing electric blue eyes, her eyebrows were thin, arched and golden blonde. The girl had full expressive lips which were glistening because of the shiny pink lipgloss, Charles had watched her put on. She was good-looking, with a nice, petite body and long slim legs.
The girl was fifteen-year old Kendra Walker, a polite young girl with a friendly smile and cheerful personality. She was waiting patiently for her friend Lauren to arrive, so they could go swimming in the lake. Kendra looked around before she pulled out her phone, and text Lauren "Where are you?". After a few minutes, she checked her phone only to find she had not recieved a reply from Lauren. The day was getting hotter and hotter, and Kendra was dripping with sweat. An adventorous and fun-loving young girl, she had hoped that she could escape to the park for a day of swimming with her friend. With no reply, or any sign of Lauren coming, Kendra stripped to her bikini, before sitting on the floor. "Why isn't she here" she groaned angrily as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. Suddenly Kendra froze as she turned around to find a man who was holding a camera walking towards her
"Hi hun', I'm Chucky" explained the man with a friendly grin
"I'm Kendra" replied the suprised young girl
"Well Kendra, I've gotta' say. Your an extremely pretty girl" flirted Chucky
"Thanks" giggled Kendra
"You ever thought about modelling" asked Chucky before he added as he held up his camera "'cause am a photographer, and am looking for a model". Kendra was overwhelmed with happiness by what she thought was a huge compliment, she had always worried about the way she looked always thinking she was ugly or to fat or to skinny. Now a man was basically wanting her for her beauty.
Glancing around for Lauren she thought to herself this is a good opportunity for me, I shouldn't waste it. Looking back at Chucky she replied "I'd love to be a model"
"I'd be honoured to take some snaps of you" smiled Chucky before he added with a trustworthy smile "and I'll pay".
"Thanks, I'd love to" said Kendra with a pleasant smile
"Well follow me back to my van, it's just over here. I've got to get some stuff" explained Chucky
"Okay" cheerfully said Kendra as she leaped up onto her feet then followed Chucky to the van. She waited behind the back of the car just by the back doors, as she waited for Chucky who had jumped into the van. He'd informed her that he had to get some equipment. Suddenly the back doors exploded open, and Chucky came flying out. He was drenched in perspiration, he wrapped his arms around Kendra and covered her mouth before she could let out an alerting shriek. Dragging her into the mini-van, he slammed her down before he quickly spun around and closed the doors behind him. "Who's my love-slave" he smiled as he pinned her down and she cried beneath him. Psychotically laughing, he spat "your my bitch, your my love-slave" as Kendra realised she couldn't escape his tight grasp. Violently head-butting Kendra, she finally became faint and dizzy, becoming weak enough to allow Chucky to tie her hands behind her back with one of Tiffany's scarfs and wrap brown adhesive tape around her face, gagging the helpless girl and forcing her to breath through her nose. Before he climbed to the front seat, he checked that Kendra was secure and booted her in the stomach. When the car engine began, all Kendra could see from her awkward position was the top of street-lights and she could hear Chucky's evil cackles.
Chapter 12 finished
Authors note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter, am sorry for re-writing this chapter so many times as am just trying to get it right so the characters can grow and the storyline can flow.