He advanced towards me, each step feeling like a ticking time bomb about to explode within the next few seconds.
My brain slowly regained its clarity as I felt my trembling legs propel me backward. Before I knew it, I was sprinting back to the room.
I flung open the French doors and dashed inside, stopping against the wall behind the massive bed. I stared at the door in terror, knowing he would be here any moment.
My hand trembled uncontrollably, and I struggled to breathe normally. I was gasping for air, fearing that I might pass out from sheer terror.
I flinched involuntarily as the door swung open.
He entered the room and moved towards me, while I stared at him in horror. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest as he drew nearer.
I wished I could disappear and never return. I couldn't escape from him; he had made that abundantly clear.
He stood in front of me, gripping my shoulders and pinning me against the wall. The pain seared through me as his hold tightened. His bloodied face and menacing gaze only intensified my fear. I knew I would die in terror before he even thought of killing me.
"For how long do I have to eliminate people before you learn to obey?" he asked, his deep voice sending a chilling shiver down my spine.
Was I supposed to answer that? I thought, panic consuming me as I looked up at him.
"What? Aren't you going to answer me?" he demanded, his face contorting into an even more inhuman expression.
"Answer me, Anna," he snarled, tightening his grip on my shoulders. I closed my eyes in pain, feeling my bones ache.
The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't let him see my tears if I wanted to survive the next hour.
"I-I am sorry," I stuttered, my gaze locked with his.
"I don't want your apologies. I just want you to answer the damn question. Or do you want me to repeat myself?"
"No..." I shook my head, fear coursing through every fiber of my being.
"I will let this slide for today, not because you are my little angel or whatever, but because you're a woman. I don't lay my hands on women," he declared.
"Well... Next time you try something like this again, I won't consider that fact. Is that clear?" he warned.
"Yes," I nodded quickly, my voice barely above a whisper.
"And don't look at me when I'm talking to you. It's a challenge to me," he said, walking away toward the bathroom.
I heaved a euphoric sigh of relief as I collapsed onto the bed.
He was terrifying.
How could I continue living like this, in constant fear and terror? I would succumb to panic attacks and a racing heartbeat. I was certain of it.
He stormed into the bathroom in fury, discarding his robe before stepping into the tub.
It had been a while since he had felt this level of rage. It always consumed him after he took a life.
The sensation of anger mixed with fury, urging him to spill more blood and unleash hell on Earth for those who dared defy him.
He had hoped this side of him would fade away, but it hadn't.
This was what he had been trained to do for fifteen years of his life. He hadn't been raised to be calm and collected; he had been molded to make the world shatter at his fingertips and force everyone to submit.
Now that his hands had once again tasted blood, they craved more. He would spill more blood until he was satisfied.
He stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist, and left the bathroom.
As he entered the room, he noticed how I flinched. Ignoring me, he opened the door and descended to his secret room, "THE BASEMENT."
He intended to kill every one of his prisoners to satisfy himself.
Approaching the metal door, he glared down at the thirteen captives huddled on the ground.
This wouldn't be enough to satiate him, he thought, heading toward the armory.
"Welcome, boss..." one of his men greeted, perplexed by their boss's presence in the basement, half-naked, at this late hour.
Ignoring the comment, he retrieved a dangerously sharp blade. It would make the deaths swift. One strike, and they would be gone. A smirk played on his lips as he approached the first man.
This man, Mr. Robert, had stolen millions of dollars from his grandfather and had the audacity to threaten the old man if he were to be fired from his position on the board. Today, he would be sent to hell.
He looked down at the man, a smirk forming.
"Any last words, Mr. Robert?"
The man raised his head weakly, having suffered cruel torture during his time here. He welcomed death; he wasn't afraid of it.
"Just kill me, Adrian," he muttered feebly.
"How dare you call my name, you bastard," he snarled, swiftly slitting the man's neck with the blade, causing blood to spurt and fill the room.
"You stole from the old man and had the audacity to mention my name," he yelled, repeatedly driving the blade into the man's stomach, rendering him lifeless.
"Boss..." the guard called out in fear, witnessing the unbridled rage in his boss's eyes. He trembled, fearing that he would be the next target of his wrath.
Despite his fear, he knew he had to find a way to stop his boss's madness. If left unchecked, he would kill everyone in the house.
But how? That was the question that haunted him as he watched his boss proceed further into the depths of his twisted desires.