Ethan
Just as I came out of the washroom and sat on the bed, my phone beeped. I opened my phone to see a message from an unknown number. I went in the chat
Unknown: tick tick tick 23:03 pm
This is the same number. The same number which accused me of something. This very well could be a prank or a hacker doing this for a large sum of money. But whoever this is, they haven't asked for money or anything else. Not yet, anyway. This person has sent me threatening messages, but that's it. Nothing more.
Me: Who are you and what are you talking about? 23:05 pm
Unknown: Don't play dumb, Ethan 23:05 pm
Me: What do you know? 23:05 pm
Unknown: Everything.23:06 pm
What if this person actually knows about her.
No way.
It's not possible.
You made a big mistake, Ethan.
A mighty big one.
And now I'm back to take you right where you sent me.
I heard the voice inside my head.
Her voice.
You might've thought that you didn't have to deal with me as soon as I was gone.
Oh Ethan.
Poor, foolish, stupid little Ethan.
You thought it was that easy?
Nothing's that easy.
You'll pay the price of your mistakes.
What you sow, you shall always reap.
Always.
No matter how late.
But you will pay the price.
Always.
Beads of sweat formed on the nape of my neck and my palms grew moist. What is going on? Who is this person? Why are they after me? Why are they threatening me?
Me: What do you want? 23:08 pm
Unknown: Finally you're asking the right questions 23:08 pm
Unknown: How do you think your wife will feel after knowing what you did? 23:08 p.
They're bluffing. T-they have to be. There's no way they know.
Me:Keep her out of this 23:09 pm
Unknown: Why should I? 23:10 pm
Me: Lord, just tell me what you want. Money? A favour? Want some work done? 23:10 pm
Unknown: What I want isn't as simple as those things 23:10 pm
Me: What do-
Just as I was typing, Iris's voice moved my attention in a different direction. I can't let her see all these messages, or she'll never trust me again. I opened a work document on my laptop, still not looking at her. I couldn't risk her seeing my face and guessing that something wasn't right. She was calling me to go down, but I needed to deal with this first. I told her that I'd join her later, and she then left.
Unknown:That was close 23:13 pm
Fuck. Is he watching me, watching us? Just as I was about to type something in response, I felt something cold pointing at the side of my neck. I froze in my position. Just then, the screen of my laptop brightened as a new text appeared.
Unknown: Finally, we meet 23:15 pm
"W-Wh-What a-aa-are y-you doi-n-doing?" I stuttered "I'm here to take what I want" A familiar voice replied, but I couldn't quite place my finger on the owner of the voice. "Wh-what d-do y-yo-you wa-n-nt?" "Your life" My eyes widened in horror. I was done for. I couldn't even see who this person was and whoever they were, they were at an advantage.
The sharp object in their hand grazed my neck slowly, causing me to shiver, imagining the outcome. But I couldn't even think much. Before I could, I felt the sharp object getting buried into my stomach slowly but deeply. I groaned in pain. The object was leisurely twisted around, making the pain worse. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, the sharp item was pulled out swiftly, intensifying my pain. I then heard the person taking a step back, and I tried to escape, but when I tried to, the psycho pushed their index finger inside the place they had earlier buried their knife into, the middle finger following after and the both twisting around. Then, just as quickly as before, they pulled their fingers out. Whoever this person was, repeated it several times. Soon after, I felt a liquid falling into the same spot. The liquid burned into where I was stabbed earlier, making me stream. Lime, it was lime. The person stabbed me all across my torso, repeating this exact process. Burying the object into different parts of my torso and then, after painfully removing it, filling the places with the liquid.
My chair was then turned around, making me look at the person doing all this. The person was masked, so I couldn't say, all I could see was their brown eyes. There was something familiar about this person. It was like I knew them but couldn't remember.
The person then grabbed my lips in a fist,holding it in they're hands so tight that I couldn't breathe and when my lips were left I gasped for air. Then hot water was splashed across my lips, making it hurt even more. They then grabbed my hands, tied it into a tight, inescapable knot and dipped it into a pot. I didn't understand it at first, but then I felt my hands burn in the boiling hot oil it was dipped in. The pain I felt was unbearable. I didn't know how much longer I would survive.
They uncovered their faces, revealing their true identity. My eyes widened in shock. No, it couldn't be. But before I could say anything, they squeezed sanitizer in my eyes like fucking eyedrops, making this experience way more painful. I didn't know how longer I could hold onto my life. I was pushed to the ground as the sharp item moved over my neck, soon buried in my neck. This time, when the liquid was poured onto it, I couldn't take it anymore, and it didn't take my body much more time to completely give up.
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