Kidnapped by a Serial Killer.1

There he stood, in front of us, in the house, pointing his killer weapon at us. His black eyes held the odd expressionless look, with his crooked nose and slanted smirk, he had probably completely gotten the purpose of freezing us in fear. "Nobody leaves," he stated dryly as we all stared at him in shock. Who was this man? What did he want? Why did he come barging into my house?

"Wh-what do you want?" Serine stammered. She was the only one who had dared to speak up, despite being the youngest of us all, which was ten. Bang. He shot her, dead. Serine fell to the floor, eyes opened, her child like innocence now replaced with a hollow, shocked look. "What do I want? Hmm..." the stranger pondered, cold eyes not leaving us. "I enjoy killing, that is my hobby to be precise." Our veins froze. He enjoyed killing, and was about to shoot us all dead. "Nobody moves, or else I'll shoot you and make it bloody."

No way, no way was he going to just make us sit there dumbly, letting him pick and kill. Within seconds, all of us ran all about the house, for the fact that one of us soon realised that we could not open the exits and got killed second for that. I heard a couple of gunshots behind me but I did not dare to look back, afraid of what is about to happen.

I crept to the third floor. I hid in one of the nearest wardrobes in my parents' room, biting my lips violently to stop myself from sobbing. This was it. I had to shut up and it might just save my life. The killer was spraying bullets everywhere and screams only came along and decorated it. I was so gripped in fear that I scarcely managed to realise that my whole shirt was sweat soaked and the stuffiness of the room was nothing near consoling. Normally I would actually hate being stuffed in this room but...

"Wow, what do we have here?" a mocking voice taunted me. A strangled croaky gasp left me as I was roughly pulled up my collar, coming face to face with him. He only made the situation worst by greeting me with that threatening pair of eyes..."I can see all your every move, there's no escape although you're quite a nice hider." "N-no..." I gasped. "Shh...usually I like playing games like just now but dearie, you're the last so I would grant you a quick, painless death." The metal gun touched my forehead. "Say your prayers." I did as I told, shutting my eyes tightly as the lack of oxygen and the overwhelming fear drowned me. It was it, I was going to die... "What the fuck?" a growl echoed somewhere in the darkness. Lord, are you kicking me out as well? A harsh painful slap sliced through my cheeks, snapping me out of whatever it was before this. "Fuck it!" he cursed. "Shit, holy hell. You're lucky this time child, which is even luckier for me because I will get to experiment with you."

I could not understand what he meant when I realised that he had indeed pulled the trigger but there were no bullets. He grabbed me up with such ease and might, slinging me roughly over his shoulder as he ran down the stairs, out of the house into a navy blue van nearby. Wait, it was the van my parents used! What was further ridiculous was that he opened it and threw me in, driving away from the scene of crime. I crouched in a corner as I endured his horrendous driving.

Tears were streaming down now, mucus threatening to drip in blobs. All I could was bite my lips further, opening a new wound with fresh blood pouring out. I was as good as dead, yet this was going to be worse than my friends. Soon, I was tired and starting to feel bored, with a pang of nausea. I had no idea how long the trip was, but for now, it took at least thirty minutes and was a hell of an eternal dread. I glanced around my parents' van. Wait, where were the items? My parents usually kept some badminton rackets and golf clubs in it. Even a scratch at door was gone. It could not be and now some thoughts seem to make their way. This was not the van I knew! It was a similar one, yet its even more spacious and neatly lined with cardboard. It looked rather old and worn out but nonetheless, well kept. This smart person drove a similar van with a no better explanation: to advert attention! He must have did some research on my family before this. Who is he? What does he intend to do?

I was thrown off guard towards the door when the van suddenly screeched and came to a stop. The door opened and he grabbed me out, stating coldly "Escape and you will die." He took me by the wrist with a killer amount of strength and went into a nice peaceful looking red brick house. You could even smell the distinct scent of jasmine... But looks are deceiving. He banged open the door and shoved me in, bolting it tightly. "Now sweetheart, let me first warn you that you will die if you ever try stepping out of this house. I have just turned on the electricity supply which runs in every possible escape route, including toilets I must say. It may not be enough to kill a person but I advise you it's something you shouldn't try." Uhh...since when did I go into toilet bowls? "Why do you want me here?" "Experiments," he muttered before shoving me against the wall, studying me emotionlessly. Suddenly, a grin broke out as he murmured, "My I didn't know..." His hand took a lock of my half waist length hair. "Such beauty..." I stared at him, thinking he was a total nutcase. He lifted me up once again and slung me over his shoulder and went upstairs, into one of the rooms and threw me on a queen-sized bed. "Wh-what do you want?" I stammered. Barbarian. He just laughed.

"Why sweetheart, I want you," that was all he said as he crept up onto me seductively, his eyes trailing down my body, something which was not pleasant at all in this situation. I wanted to turn my back when I felt something cold against my back. It was a gun. He had taken it out from the drawer behind me. "Sweetie, you better obey me or you'll die. Now, you don't wish to die, do you? Your parents will cry so much over you!" I lowered my head in fear as he laughed evilly and roughly grabbed my chin with the other hand and leaned in closer, and crashed his lips into mine. I was too shocked to react, but then I started to pry his hands away with mine to no avail. He was far too strong and perhaps too well trained. His tongue forced his way in as he rubbed his body against mine. Fear gripped me so. What was this man doing to me? What does he want!

He ended the kiss shortly and said, "How long has it been since I ever lay my hands on a woman? Oh wait, that was before she broke up with me." His voice was filled with venom. "Now, how old are you?" I was still gasping for air when I felt the gun against my back once more that I forced the words out of my lips. "I-I am fifteen this year..." "Ah, so young. Young enough to be my little girl," he grinned. "Now, go and take a shower, go, the water's ready." He motioned me to go into the bathroom.

I hurriedly rushed inside, locked the door and glanced around. The bathroom was seriously neat! How can a guy like him keep up with this kind of work? There were two towels neatly placed on the sink area and the water from the tap was about to make the bathtub overflow as I hurriedly turned it off. Afraid of what he might do to me if I were to not listen to him, I took off my clothing and entered the warm water, relaxing at once; it was so calming. I stared down at my body. I felt a fiery sensation in my womanhood, something that should not happen here. I slowly used my finger to touch it, realising that I was getting horny. "Oh shit, why must it happen now?"

Suddenly the door opened. I knew it could not have been so simple! I screamed as the man walked in, smirking at my reaction. "Ahh sweetheart, I figured you might need some help..."