Chapter 11

                                    

                                          

I groaned my head spinning as I opened my heavy eyes. Everything was blurry for a moment as I tried to blink the blurriness away when I finally got a clear vision. Before I could look around the room the thick smell of blood made my stomach turn and my skin crawl. 
The first thing that drew my attention was the torture weapons on wall. There were different types of torture weapons arranged neatly not even one of them consisting of blood. The light in the room wasn't too bright, the room was surrounded by brick walls and there were no windows. 
Where was I. The smell of death in this room was thick and silence was maddening. I needed to get out of here. My heart rate increased as I noticed that I was only left in my pantys, his chain was still around my neck. I wasn't restricted in any kind of way, the wooden chair I was sitting on was very uncomfortable. I stood up to my feet looking around without a single idea on what I would do next. 
"I see you are finally awake, good I was getting bored." I didn't need to turn around to know who that voice belonged to. It came from another part of the room. 
I slowly turned around, facing him he was sitting at the darker part of the room. A hammer and nails in his hands. My legs trembled in fear and stuck to the ground as I breathed out with my mouth, my nose completely failing me as the images of his hands that were dipped in blood flashed through my mind. The scene of him physically bashing in Liams face replaying in my head over and over again. 
I remember his eyes. He enjoyed every moment of it, the sound of Liams bones cracking, the blood on his fist, the cries that left Liam's mouth. He looked like it pleased him. Why was my life turning into the dark books I read, I remember fawning over the psychotic lead, no matter what he did I didn't cease to love him. 
I didn't love him because he would somehow make the female protagonist fall for him even though he was mentally challenged, I loved him because he was psychotic - a stone cold killer who knew what he wanted and was very clear about who he was. 
In every dark romance I've read, those men never hid who they were, and as fucked up as they were they never pretended to be someone else and they would do anything for their women, above all else she was their world. I liked that. I craved that. I guess in a world full of people validating cheating and validating men who are pigs, I craved the opposite. 
The fact that 60 percent of women now in the world believed that everyman cheated and were willing to settle for that drove me crazy. I didn't want to get cheated on, I wanted to be someone's Obsession. I wanted them to worship the ground I walked on, shake the world for me if I pleased. 
I loved getting lost in my books, they seemed like sort of fairytales but of course I knew they were just books. Because reality and imagination were two different things. Fear seeped into my body as I watched the man not far from me. I couldn't get my eyes of the hammer and nails in his hands. I didn't know what he was planning but I already wanted to beg.
"I-I-" I started the words getting stuck in my throat. I couldn't tell how he felt or what he was thinking, not a trace of emotion on his face. I started to slowly move back as I looked into his eyes. 
"Would you like to play that game with me, I don't really play games love but for you anything." he said his accent thick, his dark green eyes analysing me bringing shivers down my spine and making come to a halt. There was no trace of humour or amusement in his tone. It was just blank. I knew he expected an answer he looked at me. 
"No, I'm sorry. " I breathed out. 
"You now have my attention." he said, his calm demeanour made me unsettled because I knew the thoughts in his head ended up with me being bloody or dead.