“What are you going to do? It’s either the basement or you come to me.”
She turns back to the door and opens it.
I sigh audibly.
“This is what I meant. The mice always run into the trap. Poor little Lunatic, you’re going to be literally fucked.”
There aren’t many places to hide in the basement, unless she goes to the other side where Dr. Halstead works. There are tunnels I assume lead to the outside, but I doubt she’d go there, because she’d encounter him long before she makes it inside. That would be a grave mistake. She thinks I want to kill her, but I don’t. Really, I just want to torture and pleasure my new favorite toy. While the doctor is away, the psycho will play.
I give her a few minutes and enter the basement.
“Come out and play, little Lunatic.”
Of course I know where she is, but I’ll let her think I don’t. It’s more fun this way. There’s a few metal racks with medical supplies. Other than that, there’s three beds lined up on the farwall. My guess is that she’s behind them, tucked between the bed and the wall. Or underneath it.
“Run. Cry. Try to get away. Hide and seek is my favorite game.”
The basement is dark, and the shadows on the wall dance around the room, making it impossible to know where he is.
“Little Lunatic,” he sing-songs with obvious amusement.
The shelves crash to the floor, before he empties boxes of old medical equipment.
I can’t hide from him. There’s no way out.
My heart thunders loud in my eardrums as my teeth chatter.
He growls, the sound low and threatening, “Come out and play, little Lunatic. Piss me off, and I’ll carve that beautiful skin from your bones.”
Heather said he skins people alive, so I believe his threat, and cover my mouth with my palm to try to hide my raspy, panicked breaths.
“I’m going to find you. And then,” he chuckles loudly, “I’m going to fucking devour you.”
I recall Heather’s warning about the basement, that one man literally eats people. Does Raven eat people too? Is he a cannibal?
His knees drop to the floor and he lowers his head, staring into my eyes with a wicked gleam in his gaze. He darts his tongue out and slides it over his bottom lip, and I can’t help but track the movement, even as I tremble in fear.
Placing his hands on my ankles, he yanks me, and I hit my head on the cement floor.
“This didn’t have to happen like this. You chose pain. I don’t mind if that’s what you’re into, Little Lunatic.”
I scream and claw at his face, trying to get him to let me go, but he picks me up and throws me on top of the bed, like I weigh nothing at all. Holding my chest down with one hand, he uses his free one to strap me in place.
Smirking down at me, he says, “Now you’ll have no choice, but to lie here and take it, while I eat you.”
I kick my legs, hitting him in the chest as I scream in terror.
“No! I don’t want to d-i-e-e,” I stammer pathetically.
He stands staring at me curiously, and asks, “Why would you think you’re going to die?”
I blurt out, “Because you’re a cannibal, right? I don’t want to be eaten. You have no idea what my life has been like. Please, find another meal.”
His response of uncontrollable laughter is not what I expected. He leans over and places his hands on his thighs, like I just told the funniest joke he has ever heard.
“Now I know you’re a lunatic. I’ve never in my life eaten any part of a human being.”
The anxiety, followed by relief, has my brain feeling like it’s short circuiting, and I can’t think straight.
