Against Her Will

Belle lives in a town where murders are suddenly happening out of the blue. Of course, she doesn't want to stay here anymore but doesn't have a place to go. Soon Belle has the unfortunate displeasure of being held captive by the serial killer himself. Everyday, she has to look him in the eye and tell him that she loves him. She doesn't mean it of course! What happens when one day, she actually means it?


8. Almost An Eighth Murder

Belle's P.O.V.


I turn around and put my back against the wall. Maybe he didn't see me. I turned my head and watched him as he came in front of me.

"What did you see?" He asked firmly.

"Why did you kill that poor guy?" I asked sobbing.
"Tell me what all you saw...and I might not kill you." He said pointing the gun at my chest, "It depends." He mumbled.

"Urm...I saw you and him fighting...then I saw you go to your car and then you shot him." I said.

"Do you recognize me?" He asked. I wasn't going to admit he sounds just like him. I mean, he couldn't be him. He is not a killer, but this guy obviously is.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Do you think you know who I am?" He asked.
"You're the serial killer of course." I said, frightened.
"Yes but do you know who I am?" He asked.
"Well, you do sound like L-"
"You're done." He interrupted and I heard a click from the gun.


He put his finger on the trigger and I closed my eyes tightly. I waited, but nothing happened. I hear him groan. I open my eyes to see him pulling the trigger but nothing happening.

"No bullets." I mumbled happily.
"Shut it!" He yelled, "I'll just have to kill you with my bare hands." He said. I gasped as he squeezed my neck with his hands.
"No." I mumbled breathlessly.

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