Hearing the captain's footsteps had made Judith's heart pound. She wasted no time making her way for the wall beside the threshold leading to the kitchen, where she held her breath and waited.
As the captain's footsteps grew in volume, so too did Judith's fear. She waited and waited, enduring the maddening sound of the captain's footsteps, until finally, he had emerged from her side.
Without any hesitation, she sent the chair flying into the captain's head.
*CRASH*
The captain at once fell to the ground, as his head began to scream. Judith in an instant left the wall and stood in front of him. She stifled a gasp when she saw that he was still conscious and groaning. Not only that, but he didn't even properly fall to the floor, he was barely sitting up, holding onto his head.
At once, she dashed forward and rammed the chair into his head yet again. As she did so, she felt her being break in two when the captain had ducked under her attack. In that moment, she became weak and frantic.
Feeling as though the captain would capitalize on this window of opportunity to strike, she threw her body in the opposite direction from the captain using the forward momentum of her chair strike.
With enough distance between them both, she turned to him and her eyes widened when she saw him in a striking position with the kitchen knife in his hands.
Had she not acted immediately, that knife would have been in her leg by now.
With this realization sinking in, Judith's breathing overturned from irregular to frenzied. She at once began to turn her eyes in every direction, all the while never letting the captain out of her field of vision.
She held firmly onto her chair as she analyzed the kitchen, praying for anything that could help, all the while putting as much distance between her and the captain as possible.
'Three windows,' Judith had said to herself, keeping a list of everything around her. 'Two exists,' she mentioned, pointing her sights to the threshold behind the captain and the door to her right. Judith didn't try to run for the door, as that would put the captain in her blind spot and keep her open to an attack. Not to mention it was night time, so it was safe to assume the door would be locked.
'A chandelier,' Judith said, looking over head. Her walking back had been halted when she felt a table behind her. A circular table made for just one person. 'A table,' Judith added to her list. She did so, while keeping her gaze intent on the captain, who had now risen off the ground whilst clutching his head.
Before Judith knew, he began to laugh, further frightening her. But despite this, she didn't let his odd but characteristic behavior distract her.
She turned to her left and found a counter, with several pots lining it, which she added to her list. Then she looked above, finding several plates lined up neatly inside cupboards hung on the wall.
After which she returned her sights to the counter, which had drawers on its front. Judith, now biting her lip by the fact that she found no weapon, was distraught, because she knew for a fact that all the knives, if there were any, were in those drawers.
But considering the fact that there were rows and columns of drawers, searching through each was out of the question. At best, she could get to one before the captain would reach, but even with that, she had to be very careful and lucky to escape with the knife unharmed, and then somehow put distance between them.
Judith knew she couldn't defeat the captain in a knife fight, but at least she just wanted a means to defend herself, and a chair just wouldn't cut it.
"You're a very slippery one aren't you?" The captain said, with a tone that could be described as condescending. He spoke as though he was some lion, that had cornered a mouse and was just keeping it alive because it felt like it, for the time being.
Feeling this arrogance in the captain's tone made Judith's blood boil. Above her fear and desperateness, anger prevailed, to an extent that she found her fear diminishing by the minute.
She just had to escape this house, and she would be fine. But the question was, how?
Judith did her best to calm her breathing, as the captain continued to speak.
"I can sense something about you, something special," he took a step forward, and on instinct, Judith jittered backwards. Which caused her anger to be diverted to herself, on account of her fear still being present.
Noticing this, the captain grinned.
"Which is why, I just have to have you. You can understand right?"
Judith had wondered to herself if he actually just asked that, but more importantly, she felt her time had run out, because by the way it was going, the captain's next line of words would be his last, before he would attack.
Judith, now becoming more desperate, narrowed her eyes in every direction, until she spotted something that caught her eye. Which was a drawer that was sticking out oddly, with something inside that was shimmering the night's moon off itself. Something that was sharp and deadly.
"Well if you don't…"
"I understand." Judith said, interrupting the captain and meeting his eyes, while trying to be brave.
The captain stood frozen for a moment, as he seemed more confused by her answer than he would have expected.
"You do?" The captain had asked, taking one more step closer. And likewise, Judith took two steps backwards, gently making her way to the counter.
"I do," Judith said with a heavy breath. "I know you have a passion for beautiful women." Judith couldn't help but feel as though she was bragging as she spoke, but didn't have time to think on this. "I know you want to keep their beauty with you, forever." Judith gently took several more steps backwards. "You're just, a very passionate man."
She took several more steps backwards, basically counting as she walked.
'Just a bit further.' Judith had said, somewhat shifting her sights to the drawer that was slightly sticking out, the drawer she knew was the one housing the kitchen's knives.
"I'm, shocked you actually…do understand." The captain said, then turned his sights to the drawer just behind Judith. "But that doesn't change the fact that I have to do what I have to do," he took a step forward. "You won't be getting to that drawer." He spoke with a menacing tone, and in a heartbeat, he dashed forward, causing Judith to lose her nerve.
As he came closer, Judith regained herself and at once tossed the chair in her hand toward the captain's legs. Unfortunately for Judith, the captain leaped over the chair.