I shuddered. Maybe hewasa twisted serial killer fuck, and he was going to torture me to death.
That was a terrifying thought, but for some reason, I just couldn’t get myself too hyped up about it. This guy just didn’t give off that kind of vibe. Also, I felt like a truly demented serial killer would have tied me to a table or something by now.
Maybe he just wanted to do really bad things to me sexually first.
I closed my eyes, a little disappointed in myself for having the slightest pang of desire about that idea.
Plan time, I thought.
If this guy was a killer, I was going to have try to fight back, which didn’t seem very hopeful, but I wasn’t going to let him off that easy.
If he wasn’t... and all he wanted was for me to promise not to go back to Kitty Bang Bang, then it seemed like the best idea to just convince him that that was what I was going to do. I would just... do whatever he wanted me to... and then I would get out of here as fast as my little legs would carry me. Maybe he’d give me money, maybe he wouldn’t, but when you’re facing death by serial killer, an option like that doesn’t seem too terrible.
And then...
My heart fell.
And then, what?
I would go to the police, because I couldn’t just leave. I would have to report this crazy psycho, because I couldn’t just obey him. I had Lucy to think of, and there was no way I was screwing her over.
I closed my eyes.
I was a bad liar. I had been all my life. It was a really a problem if you lived where I did and worked with the people I worked for.
So when this guy made me promise I would be good, blow town, and not go to the cops... was I going to be able to lie convincingly?
My chest felt like it was slowly filling with lead.
Fuck. I hoped so.
Chapter Eight
Natalie
I didn’t know how much time passed, but however long it went on, I started to get hungry as hell.
