Page 34 of Little Psycho

City Councilman Mr.Jose Brown

Outside of Chief Robert Bailey’s office, I carefully watch him pack his things up for the night, the building desolate and dark.I tried to wait as long as I could before I crossed off another name on the list, but my hands were itching fiercely for another kill—another act of revenge on one of the men who abused and assaulted me.

You see, Chief Bailey won the bid for me on my 22nd birthday, putting me through absolute hell while I was trapped with him at his cabin for an entire week.He degraded me, beat me, burned me, choked me, cuffed me, and violently raped me every fucking night.Of course his ass has to fucking pay for the diabolical sins he committed that week.

Prepared with my knife, handcuffs, small torch, and a taser, I wait for the perfect time to make my move.

Emerging from the darkness but still lurking in the shadows of the night, I make my way toward the side entrance, knowing the door is already unlocked.I slip inside and quietly ascend the stairs, extra careful not to make any noise.

Eventually coming to his office, I peek inside, watching him put his coat on and grab his briefcase, ready to head out.I slip back into the stairwell to wait, pulling my knife and taser out of my backpack.

When I hear the door open, I step in front of the bottom exit, twirling my blade in my hand.The second he hits the top of the steps, his jaw drops when he sees me standing here, fear clearly visible in his predatory eyes.

“Who...who are you, and what do you want?”He asks in a shaky voice, attempting to reach for the gun in his holster.

“Your worst fucking nightmare, Chief.You want to leave?Then get past me.”I speak deep and soft, doing my best to conceal my voice so he goes along with part two of my plan.

“Is this some sort of fucking joke?Do you know who I am?”He chuckles, trying to make it seem like he isn’t about to shit himself, but I know he’s fucking terrified.

“Of course not.It’s a game.You like playing games, I’ve heard, so let's play.”I wink beneath my mask, not sure if he can see it or not.

Instead of descending the stairs, the pussy motherfucker reaches for his gun, forcing me to pull out the taser and deploy without a second thought.It plunges into his cock—pure luck—and makes his body seize up and shake as he loses his balance and tumbles down the concrete stairs, pissing himself almost right away.Bingo.

I slip out the door while he shakes and screams, flopping around like a fish out of water.Running behind the building, I strip off my mask and wig and shove them into my backpack.Disheveling my hair and purposely smearing the black makeup on my eyes, I force myself to cry and panic, wanting him to see me whenever he emerges from the building.

It doesn’t take long for him to bust out the side door, attempting to bolt to his car in the front parking lot.Seeing my in, I suddenly scream and start crying, running out from my hiding spot and right into Robert, forcing my body to tremble in fear of the masked stranger I just came in contact with.

Little does he know that masked stranger was me...but he’ll find out soon enough.

I stagger back and look up at him with frightened eyes, feigning fear convincingly.“Help!There’s a...a person in there with a...knife!”I cry out, pointing to the back of the building.“I barely escaped.”

“You stay right here.I’m calling for backup,” Chief Bailey orders as he starts to rush back inside.

“Chief Bailey, is that you?”I ask, my voice cracking as he turns around to get a good look at me.“Holy shit—Calista?”His jaw drops in utter shock, and he rushes over to me, taking me into his arms as if he’s some sort of fucking savior or something.“Your parents are looking all over for you.What are you doing out this way?”

“I thought I’d come to see you, hoping that maybe you could help me,” I whisper sweetly, still pretending to be scared for my life.

And instead of insisting we go inside and call for help, he pulls me tighter into his sickening embrace and gives me a smirk that turns my blood to fucking ice.

“Why don’t you come home with me tonight and I’ll take care of you?I’ll worry about that fucking psycho tomorrow.”He smiles, guiding me to his car.

“Okay, just please keep me safe,” I tell him, already knowing that once he gets me into his home—alone—he’ll fucking turn on me and try to take what he wants...again.

But not this time.

“So what happened when you ran into the person in the mask?”he asks on the drive back to his house, squeezing the spot above my knee with no indication that he plans to let me go.

“I was about to walk in, and they ran out.I had a knife put to my throat, and they said something, but I was too afraid to make out what it was that was said,” I lie easily, confident he has no idea that he’s being fucking played.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find out who did this, and I’ll make sure they fucking rot behind bars—if they’re not killed first.”His deep, twisted chuckle makes me gag, but I focus on the shit in my head and all the plans I have to get my revenge, keeping up the facade.

I play the part of the terrified victim to perfection, going along with his questioning and recounting a graphic, terrifying story about my encounter with the masked stranger.I sneak a glance at him, who’s now looking off to the side, shock still etched on his face.

I’m shaking with anticipation, ready for the next step of my master plan.The boys’ fathers are coming up fast on my list, and like Jose Brown and Chief Bailey, they’ll fucking pay for what they did to me.

This fucking game of predator and prey has only just begun, and I’m already loving every fucking minute of it.

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