Page 13 of Drowned In Silence

“Oh my god, is that who was murdered?!” I gasp, throwing my hand over my mouth and trying to be as calm as possible.

“Please just answer the question,” she demands. Her eyes hold sympathy, but I understand this is her job.

“Yes. He was with me the night before last. Maybe it was two nights ago. I don’t know right now. He uh– I uh– We hadsexual relations around eleven to midnight. Then he left, and I showered and went to sleep.”

“I understand. I know what you do, Ma’am. So he left at midnight?” Her tone changes and she bounces from one foot to the other.

“Yes,” I whisper. Fuck. She’s going to arrest me. I didn’t do anything, but I can’t prove it either. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Do I have your permission to take a DNA swab on the inside of your cheek? This is simple for cross-referencing and the process of elimination,” she rattles off. Her tone right back into authority after being so meek a second ago.

Fuck. She thinks I killed him. I’m screwed. I'm going to prison. I won’t last in prison.Heis going to kill me.

I nod and open my mouth when she pulls the testing swab from the evidence bag that was on her hip.

“It will only take a second.” I open my mouth, allowing her to get it over with. The cotton touches the inside of my cheek, feeling dry and scratchy. “Okay. Now I must tell you to stay in the area. Please do not leave the county, and if we come back, please don't run. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am. I do. Anything else?” I ask shyly after she’s done.

“Actually, yes. Hold on,” she steps back and turns to the radio on her shoulder, nodding at the replying officer like he can hear her head rattle. “Do you know why the killer would use a raven skull or mirrors?”

My heart rate picks up, and my blood turns cold. It can’t be. The guy who stalked me through that same fucking field? The guy who wrapped his hand around my throat and licked my cheek? The same fucking guy who left a recording of him touching me in the middle of the night and making me come?

“I have no idea,” I quickly lie to her. She can’t find out that it’s him.

Why won’t I tell her it’s him? I have no fucking idea why I’d lie to her, because that would put the blame on him and not me, but I can’t put my finger on it.

Something about him just… screams at me to save him from this hassle. Save him from the torment that I am used to. No one else knows about the shit I’ve been put through, and no one else needs to.

Tick Tock

Elliot

Another piece of shithuman, touching my Little Raven tonight. Number two in less than a week that needs to fucking die. The motel owner, a few others here and there… I killed the last one in the field two nights ago, but the cops already found his body from what I heard. So, I guess I’ll be taking this guy somewhere else. I tried my hardest to get to her, but the drive from my house to the motel is too far. So, now I'm dragging him into the abandoned studio on the outskirts of town after the fact.

Thankfully this one doesn't weigh as much as the last couple of guys, meaning I don't have to drag him as far. He was easy to knock out, I just had to get close enough to him, wrap my arm around his neck, and wait.

I want to do this quickly, but I also feel the need to hunt him down. I figured this would be the perfect spot to play with him, letting him think he can get away, but only to catch him again and kill him.

Dynah needs me. She needs to realize that I’m only doing this for her. She has successfully filled every corner of my head. Her voice is music to my ears and her skin feels baby soft– even with all the scars that pepper her body. I can't wait to wrap my arms around her and kiss her lips.

The man I'm dragging down the stairs starts to wake up, his arms twitch and he starts to moan.

“Welcome to Hell,” I tell him, letting go of his arms and allowing him to fall to the empty floor. “You have ten minutes. When the timer goes off–”

I walk around his body, scraping my knife on the pieces of mirror glued to my mask. His eyes are wide, watching me closely. He is full of terror, pure unfiltered terror.

“–I’ll kill you.”

He rises to his feet, not taking his eyes off of me. Deciding to play with him, I jump forward, spooking him and making him fall once more to his ass.

“The timer starts now.” Clicking the button on the stopwatch, I hold it up to my ear hearing the familiar ticking sound of the clock. “Tick Tock… You better start running.”

He jumps back to his feet and runs away from me, further into the studio. I chose a dance studio so I could fuck with him even more. It used to be where a bunch of ballet students practiced, there are still barres and mirrors lining the walls. The way it’s set up though, he will basically run in circles, scrambling to find a hiding spot.

But I know this area. I know how to move around, where to hide, and where to catch. That’s why I picked this spot.

“Nine minutes!” I yell out into the dilapidated building.

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