Tu as besoin de douleur, pour te maquiller.

I backed up until the coach stopped me. I wanted to move around so I could've back up a little further but the guy was extremely near to me with his black pistol pointed at my neck. He then grabbed the collar of my white t shirt and reposition the gun on my temple. I fear that I might want to use the bathroom because all have a sudden it felt like I wanted to do a number 2. I stared frighten at his face that lack emotions. He was staring into my eyes and I tried my best to avoid his gaze.

" Look at you, now scared.." he said breaking the silence. " I mean you really didn't have to pepper sprayed me, the pain was excruciating.

" I- I'm sorry." I replied.

" What can your apology do? I mean you just can offer something.. tangible rather than a measly apology." He suggested but his eyes then travelled to my covered chest.

" Money!" I blurted out. " I can give you money, to show how sorry I am!"

" I...have a lot of that already..well not really but I don't have any use for your money. Come on, offer something else." He said smirking at his last words.

" I don't have anything else to offer you sicko!" I said angrily. I kind of knew what he was hinting but also praying mentally that he meant something else.

" I mean, a pretty girl like you can offer a man so much. " He said trailing his gun slowly to my neck.

" No I can't! I can't offer anything other than cash!"

" You sure about that." He then moved his gun and pressed it against my crotch, I immediately used my hand to push it away but he then planted it back there and I stand uncomfortably with his hand still latch on to my collar. " You can offer this. I'm not short of pussy or anything but for your sake I'm giving you the chance to give me something to show me how sorry you truly are.

" I will not! " I said. I was crying now, I was beyond humiliated

" Okay." He then planted the gun right back on my temple. " You have choice A, choice A consist of me fucking you up verbally, physically and mentally. I won't just kill you, I will torture you slowly. Choice b, you just have to open those pretty little legs for me." This man was a psycho and also a pervert.

" I- I guess I will settle with choice A, cause there's no way in hell I will have sex with some musty ass, psychopathic pervert who's breath smell liked stale pissed and diarrhea! " I insulted him. I always had that problem where I couldn't necessarily control my mouth, sometimes the need to be sarcastic or offensive is uncontrollable. His face that used to lack any form of emotion now look beyond angry. He then pushed me and I fall over on the coach.

" Im going to get what I want regardless because I will be fill with pleasure after chopping of your toes one by one.!" He said angrily. I then used my leg and kick him in his crotch, he bend over groaning in pain. I then used my chance to grab his gun and hit him with it on his head. I then got up with the gun held in my hand, I open the door and ran out. I then remember what my momma used to said. " Zuri, if someone a trace you, mek sure you shout while you ah run, maybe then you can alert help." Her accent used to always made me smile.

" Help someone! Help me!" I yelled as I ran through the halls. I knock on one or two door as I ran.

" Help !" I yelled out again. I was praying that someone will hear me. Maybe someone was home and didn't decide to go to work today.

" Hel-" before I could reach the elevator. Someone held me from my waist and throw me onto the floor. " Aughh" I groaned in pain. The gun was no longer in my hands and it was across from me. I looked up to see the same man staring down at me in pure hatred. He then picked up the gun and my eyes widen as he approached me.

" bonjour?" I looked up to see a middle age man with a robe wrap around his body looking at us concerned. Another door open revealing a overweight woman with a phone in her hand, then another door 4 doors away opened to reveal a couple of asian descent.

"qu'est-ce qui se passe ici?" The woman asked. ( What's going on out here?)

The man then used his hand to pick me up and he then wrap his arm around my neck- not threatening but rather a hug. He had put the gun in his waist band behind him.

"ce n'est rien, ma femme est malade mentalement et traverse un épisode" he said calmly as he used his hand to stroke my hair that was messy and in my face. (its nothing, my wife is mentally ill and is going through an episode )

I cringe at what he said. He said something about me being his wife and also being mentally ill. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know if I should ask them for help but I don't know if it would cost their lives or mine. I didn't want to cause anyone harm and I didn't want to die. Maybe if I tell them, they would have the chance to quickly shut their door and call the cop but then again, what if he killed me because of that.

" She's American... Jeanne told me that she will have her friend arrive to stay with her for couple of months." The overweight woman said. Her accent wasn't french but rather Italian?

" Yes. She's here to stay but also to visit me. We got married 2 years ago, when I visited America" he said. His voice was calm and collected. He didn't seem nervous or anything. I looked at the people one by one with pleading eyes, showing them that I need help.

" peut-être devriez-vous la quitter et partir." The middle age man said. (maybe you should leave her and go.)

"elle a l'air d'avoir peur de toi." The woman of the couple said. (she looks scared of you.) He then tighten his hugged and whispered in my ears.

" Tell them you are alright hunny." He said. Although it was a whisper, it was loud enough for them to hear. I swallow nervously, this was a sticky situation. I didn't know if I should follow his plan or tell them I need help. Maybe I can cry out for help and then elbow him and give these people time to escape and call the cops, maybe I could ran into the middle aged man room since he was the closest. I quickly forgot about my plan when I felt something poking my back. His other hand was no longer in my hair so I knew he took the gun out.

"I- I'm good! He is my husband and I am mentally ill!" I rushed out. The people didn't look convince once. The people then look among each other.

" Are you sure?" The Asian woman asked.

Tears were rushing down my eyes and I shook my head saying yes. I then used my finger shaking it side to side as way to say no. The Asian woman then winked at me.

" Yes" I said.

" d'accord, laissons le jeune couple." The middle age man said. The way he said it wasn't genuine and you can tell that immediately he would call the cops when he reach inside his home. (okay, let's leave the young couple.)

" Okay, have a good day everyone. Sorry for the inconvenience." The man said. But before I could process what happened. Gun shots ring in my ears and I fall to ground covering my ears. I looked up to see the middle age man laying on the floor with a bullet wound in his head, the overweight woman was screaming as she ran in her room, the Asian man was laying on the floor as his spouse was screaming over him and hugging his limp body. The man then moved from behind me and walked up the the Asian woman and shot her. He then walked to the overweight woman's room and shot at her door knob before kicking the door open. His movement was robotic and swift,his posture was calm. He was a professional at this...theirs no denying that.

I lay on the floor shaken, I couldn't breathe. I wanted to run, I wanted to escape but I lay there...staring at the three lifeless bodies of innocence people who only wanted to help. I cried out and hugged my legs that were pressed on my chest.

" Mommy!" I cried out continuously. It was a habit for me, ever since I was a child to cry for my mother when I'm hurting. Because even though she was long gone, I still had hope that she would come and embrace me. Her hugs and kisses, her comforting words..all brought me warmth and happiness. Times like this I only seek for her but no matter how much I cried, she will never come back.

I finally stand up and vomited at the sight. I held my stomach as I used the walls for support to walk. I noticed that the camera wasn't even pointing at the direction of us, it was bent to the opposite direction. I was bawling, I didn't look back and I couldn't, I couldn't even run. I walked slowly to the elevator. Begging God for guidance and forgiveness. I have just caused the death of 4 innocence people.

" Lord....momma please help me! " I cried out. I was 11 again, crying for my mother who I knew would never come back to me. I fell to the floor and curled up. Images flashing through my head of my dead mother laying amongst those people. I flinched when I heard another gun shot. I lay there expecting to die, I closed my eyes ready to meet my mother. I hated this feeling, I hate it so much. I hadn't felt like this in years.

................

I groaned, my eyes were puffy and hard to open. I was on a soft surface, a bed?. I tried to get up immediately but a headache hit me and I groaned out in pain. I slowly sat up on the rather large bed and look around my surroundings. I was in a very expensive looking room. I got up and walked slowly towards the window and look out to only see bushes? Where was I? I walked to the door and open it and walk out slowly. Was I in a castle? Did I die and went to heaven? This place was gorgeous and very clean. I didn't know what to do and my mind wasn't at it's right place so I called out.

"M-mom!, Mommy!" I then heard a door opened and saw the same man before shirtless and then everything came back. The images of the dead scattered all over my mind. Tears involuntarily ran down my face. " Murderer!" I cried out before I ran in his direction stupidly. I thought I was fast enough to ran pass him but then I felt him yank me by my hair and pulled me harshly to the ground.

" How am I the murderer? When you were the one who called those poor people out of their home? You did it! You caused it! Not me!" He said angrily before he began to yank me.

" Kill me!" I cried out. Honestly at this point I only see death as the only option I have. He then stopped and kneel before me.

" I mean glady I would but... " He then caressed my face. " I have a lot of plan for you." He then sniffed me. He then got up and yank me by my hair, back towards the room and towards the bed.

" You peed my bed?" He asked unsure. I then looked away embarrassed. He then slammed my head on the wet spot, I screech at the sudden movements. " God, your like a pig." He then let go off me and I fell back on the floor.

" You murdered innocent people and have time to focus on my pee? What are you?!" I cried out. He then sighed and sat on the bed far from my pee.

" Because of the type of work I do, it's basically a norm for me." He said. " I'm a assassin by the way." He finished proudly. Announcing it like it's the best job on earth.

" Kill me, I have no use."

" Your three holes do." He said before chuckling and then I looked up at him disgusted.

" I will never have sex with you!"

" Well maybe not..... deliberately.." he answered.

" You killed innocent people for pussy!? I thought you said you weren't short of it" I cried out asking.

" Well mostly for the rush and to teach you a lesson but yeah whatever you think." He said casually. .................

To be continued

Bruh I don't know if I made the right decision to chose this path. Can someone tell me if I did? Maybe I shouldn't made his character so evil...idk but the concept isn't really romance but rather a thriller and horror.

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