My door burst open, I put Lizzy in a chair and looked at the intruder.
"What the hell are you doing to Lizzy?"
"I don't think that's your concern-Wyatt is it? Furthermore, what the hell are you doing in my house? You realize you're breaking and entering-right?"
"So what. If it saves Lizzy from making a horrible mistake so be it."
"I don't think you have the right to play hero, unnecessary as it is. I heard what you did to her, and I've met her father. You're an asshole plain and simple, I'm a psychopath. At least I'm open with my intentions."
"What are you going to do to Lizzy?"
"Nothing at the moment. I think you should be more worried about yourself." I hate when my plans change. I took out the gun from the drawer next to me, "Any last words Wyatt?"
"I love you Lizzy Warren!" I pulled the trigger, blood spattered against the wall behind him. I went over to the collapsed form of Wyatt and took out his heart.
"If you loved her so much, why'd you ruin her life and make her the perfect target?" I placed his heart in a jar. Another souvenir. I resumed what I had been previously doing and placed Lizzy on one of the examine tables I had fabricated. I strapped her in and waited. It was no fun playing with them if they were asleep. The look of my betrayal on her face would be a lovely addition to the high I receive. What am I going to do with the damn body? I will wait until dusk and take him out to the middle of nowhere. Dump him, wash off any evidence he was ever here and come back to the beautiful Lizzy Warren. I walked back up into the main section of the house, where Wyatt's body laid, clearly dead. I watched the sky darken and I started cleaning up. I washed away any evidence I had ever touched him, washed away all of his blood on the walls and bleached the body itself. I scrubbed every inch of the motherfucker and then I wrapped him up in a sheet of painting plastic. I dragged him out to my car and loaded him into the trunk. I then made sure I locked my front door and the basement door just to be sure. I then had to be sure that her car would never again be found. I would pick up the car, and kill the uncle and dump the car somewhere, taking out the GPS and ship that off somewhere so they think she simply ran off-tired of her father's dream being rammed down her throat. When I returned to the basement, she was awake. She looked at me as I entered and screamed
"Zak! Help me! Please!"
"Oh, Lizzy!" I said, faking a look of horror, then I turned my shocked face into a genuine smile. She looked confused.
"I don't know what happened! Help me! Please, Zak!". I smiled even more and approached her casually
"Now just how did you get locked up here then?"
"I don't know! Please, help me, Zak!" she whimpered, almost crying. I simply continued to smile.
"Dear, dear Lizzy. I suppose I should tell you, as you haven't guessed yet." I said. Lizzy screamed
"Zak! Fucking get me out of here!"
"Now, now. You wouldn't want your father to hear that, would you now?"
"I don't care! I don't care! Just help me get out of here before something happens!". I shook my head at her.
"You really aren't getting it." I said. Lizzy stopped screaming and she stared at me.
"What?" she said, as quietly as possible. I leaned in very close to her and said
"You are never leaving here, not alive anyway. Now relax, it's time to play!".