Isabella's Point of View
I stood there staring dead into his eyes, waiting to speak those words. Everything fell silent until an obnoxious scream came from the top floor.
"Haaaa," the person shouted. Everyone in the arena looked up to know what the cause of the noise was, but I knew. Someone had found Josh's body lying there on that white sheet with his limbs severed and a cross mark on his forehead.
I walked out the front door, immediately passing by the security as they rushed in. I walked straight onto the street like nothing happened; everything was in my bag, the bloody cloth and the knife. I hailed a cab, and this time a proper taxi stopped right in front of me.
"Where to, ma'am?" the taxi driver asked as I settled in the car; the smell of the Lonicera flower filled the air.
"De Monarch hotel, please." I answered, and he revved the engine to life, and he began humming a song as he drove.
I looked out through the window to look back at the hotel. "How did they find him so soon?" I thought I wanted more time with Alex. That could have been my chance to finally get to have his number and ask him where he disappeared to, but that person just had to ruin the moment for me.
I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply, my thoughts drifting back to how I performed that kill. It was different; I didn't get to collect the blood, nor did I burn the body.
The moment he opened the door, I pulled him closer to my body, smashing my lips into his while checking out if the room had any cameras.
Luckily for me, I couldn't sight any. I pushed him to the bed and pulled out a glove from my bag, like I was dressing up to fuck him. He sat there unbuttoning everything and pulling off all his clothes while I brought out my knife.
He gasped at the sight of seeing the knife. "What's that for?" he asked, and I replied with a subtle smile, walking towards him like the seductress I was.
"Repeat after me: I am your predator, and you are my prey." I whispered slowly into his ear while winking at him and tracing my knife from his legs upwards.
He gulped hard before repeating, "You are my predator, and I am your prey." He muttered, breathing shakily.
I smiled the moment I heard those words, and I plunged my knife straight into his chest; he immediately coughed up blood. The blood splashing on my face while I stared at him groaned, trying to shout incoherently.
The blood continued to splurge, and I just sat there smiling at him until he couldn't move his limbs anymore. "What a pity; he didn't even get to have a taste of my honeypot." I whispered.
Starting from his arm, I started to butcher them, the blood smearing onto my bracelet and my black clothes drenched. I carved a cross shape on the head after lynching him to acknowledge what I had done.
Thinking about it now gave me fulfillment, and I heaved a heavy sigh of contentment. "We're here." The driver said, I was so drowned in my inner monologue that I didn't even notice how many minutes we had traveled until the driver said those words.
I pulled out a fifty-dollar bill from my purse and handed it over to the driver as I leapt out of the cab. I was so drained that I just dragged my feet towards the main door of the hotel.
I had a reservation for a month, and I needed to get some rest. My muscle screamed in protest with every step I took, but after what seemed like an eternity, I was finally in front of my suite. My card to the door I swiped, and I walked in, tossed my bag aside, and slammed myself into the bed.
"Finally." I groaned, raising my hands up when I suddenly noticed my bracelet was gone. I continued to look at my wrist trying to figure out if I actually wore it or not, but it was vivid. I had it on every moment I stabbed him with a knife.
"Where could it be?" I thought, disturbed, I stood up immediately, pacing around the room.
"Where could it be?" I thought, my hands on deck as I clutched my forehead and rubbed my temple simultaneously out of frustration.
* * *
Alex's Point of View
I stood there wondering why they shut us in, Grace sitting beside me holding my hand. But what worried me more was who that woman was; she looked at me like she knew me. "Who could it be?" I thought,
wracking my head for an answer, but I couldn't get any.
"I should worry about that later and sort out why I was here first," I thought.
"Do you know why I asked us to meet here?" I asked, turning to Grace.
"This was the first place I fell for the Almighty Alex, the first place I was laid till I had an orgasm, and the place where Alex convinced me to divorce my husband and give him a whooping sum of two hundred million naira." Grace replied sarcastically.
"I see you remembered everything about me so vividly." I muttered slowly with a smirk on my face. I was proud of myself and what I did.
"I see you haven't changed, the cunning smile, the correct ways to place words, and your excellent performance in bed. Everything drove me so crazy that I thought we could create our love story." Grace said, sitting upright while staring into my eyes.
"But what did you do? You swindled me and left me heartbroken the very same day I gave you everything you wanted. You left me in a coma and never showed up just once. You're such a wicked being, Alex." Grace said, subtle tears streaming down her cheeks.
"It isn't like that, Grace. You won't believe what actually happened." I said, waiting to cook up the most insanely realistic story that would get me in her favors once again.