Chapter 6

Chapter 6 

Tag, You're It

ELSA

“Hello, Little Kitten,” his mouth was close to my ear, so close that I could feel his hot breath there. “Run.”

It sounded like a whisper, so quiet that anyone else wouldn’t have heard, but I did, and I ran.

The hallway seemed to be closing in on me. There were so many people; some scowled at me as I bumped into them while looking behind me, and some cursed at me. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I had to go, far away from this place.

“Nooo!” I screamed and struggled when strong hands held my arms from the front. I didn’t bother opening my eyes; I knew it was him.

“Hey, calm down… are you alright?” I opened my eyes to see Nathan’s worried expression all over his face as he searched mine.

I had no idea what I was thinking or what came over me, but I knew that if there was anyone I was glad to see right now, it was Nathan. I threw my arms around him and hugged him; I could feel his body tense up and freeze, but then he eased up and hugged me back.

My eyes searched around the hall from behind him; the stalker was here, and I wasn’t sure if he was with a mask or not, but everyone here looked normal, as normal as college students could get.

“Are you fine?” Nathan pulled away from the hug but kept his hands on my waist. I had no idea how I felt about it, but at least I was receiving comfort.

“Y... Yes.” I nodded. “But I have to go, thank you, Nathan.” Before he could say a word, I sprinted out of the hallway; I was in the parking lot now. I knew I had to keep running; the stalker was a psychopath. What if he already placed bombs in the campus building, waiting for me to disobey or try other alternatives? Then everyone will die, just like the three girls who died that night because of me.

“I gave you time to run, Frozen.” His voice filled the parking lot. “I get very pissed when people touch what’s mine, and now, I’m going to punish you for it.”

I looked back, and I saw him. I couldn’t focus on his face, but I didn’t plan to stick around for long to find out what he looked like.

I ran like I’d never done before, like it was what I was meant to do. He kept walking like he was sure he was going to catch me. The parking lot was empty, just cars, empty cars. There was no one to save me.

“Help!” I screamed like my entire life depended on that very word. “Please help, anyone?” It was low this time; I stumbled against a stone, tripped, and within seconds, I was already on the ground. I instantly wanted to stand, but then I felt his hands grab my leg.

“I love it when I hear you breathing.” His deep voice was behind me.

“Stop! Let me go, let me go!” My chest tightened, goosebumps on my skin; I kicked and dragged my nails on the ground trying to escape. “Please let me go.”

He spun me over to face him; tears filled my eyes as they rolled down. “I swear to God you’re never leaving.”

He looked… he looked— I felt my consciousness leaving my body; I couldn’t see or feel anymore, all I felt and saw was instant darkness.

***

My eyelids opened slowly as they tried to adjust to the light. I was lying on something, something soft, a bed?

What the hell happened? I can’t remember a single thing that happened—

“The stalker!” I jerked up immediately; my heart pounded against my chest.

“I have a name, you know.” His brows quirked up. I stared at him; his face was without a mask, and he looked older than me, with stubble beards on his jaw. His face was diamond-shaped, making his jawlines look stronger and sharper.

When my eyes met his icy blue ones, I felt shivers all over my body. He had a scar on the end of his right brow and a little piercing there too.

He was just there, sitting on the chair right in front of the big bed I was lying on, looking at me with so much intensity, as though he was trying to take in everything, from my face to my body, then to my heart, mind, and freaking soul.

“What am I doing here? Who are you?” I screamed, shifting to the other end of the bed, far away from him. I wasn’t chained or anything, just… here.

“Nice to meet you too.” He gave a sarcastic eye roll. He stood up from his chair and rolled up the hand of his black shirt that was open on the chest.

He poured two glasses from a wine bottle, and I used that moment to look around; this looked like an actual room, not the basement or something. I’ve seen his face; would he let me go now?

“You still didn’t answer me, why am I here? I haven’t done anything wrong to you or anyone, why won’t you leave me alone?” The door was on the other side of the room; if I can run…

”Drink.” He ordered, turning over to me and giving me a glass cup with some liquid inside.

I looked from him to the cup. “You think offering me a cup of whatever the fuck is in there will make me forget everything you’ve done?”

“No, but it will calm my nerves enough for your little friend Nathan not to get a bullet in his head for touching you.” He brought his phone out of his pocket and typed in some words before showing the screen to me.

“What have you…” my chest tightened at the sight, of a video of Nathan in the hallway chatting with a girl, then the video of him got smaller, and it showed the same scene but from a much higher level, another building in school; it was a—

“A sniper, aimed at him right now.” He trailed his drink in his hand before taking a sip. “Do you want to give me a reason to send an order for him to be killed?”

Anger and fear gripped my body as I took the cup from his hands; the drink kept pouring on the bed due to the shivering from my hand. It got to my lips, and I gulped it all in one go; his eyes were on me every second of the way. “Are you happy now?”

“Maybe. But not enough to not kill him.” He twisted his head to a corner before he started walking towards me; I stood up from the bed immediately and ran to a corner of the room.

“Do not come any closer.” I broke the glass on the wall and held the sharp part to him; I could feel my blood dripping through my hands. “Do you think this is the way to get me to like you? I’d never be with you even if my life depended on it.”

“Drop. It.” His face went down in a frown as he stared at the glass in my hand, and I looked at the door again; I could throw it at him and immediately he was distracted; I’d run.

I threw the broken glass at his position, and I sprinted towards the door; I held on the knob quickly as my hands shivered; within seconds, his hand was on my waist, dragging me back. I was in the air, screaming, punching, kicking. He carried me like I weighed nothing like I was a piece of paper.

“Let me go, you fucker!” I could feel my throat dry up, I felt my back land on the soft bed. I wanted to stand, but the cold metal I felt on the side of my head stopped me.

I looked up at him, his eyes stared down at me with so much interest, surprise, and joy. He looked like he was happy at what I did, trying to escape, like he was so surprised and it excited him.

His right hand held the gun to my forehead; I couldn’t move, I didn’t. “You grew up to be fearless, just like I knew you would. Anyone that lets go of you after they’ve had you is sick and would need a bullet in the fucking head as punishment.”

I stared at him like he was insane, he was. “Look, I don’t know who you are or what you want, but killing me isn’t going to get you that. If you let Nathan and me go, I won’t report you.”

His face changed at the sound of Nathan’s name, and he cocked the gun; the sound made me want to jump out of my skin. I wasn’t with my inhaler; I dropped it while running. I couldn’t lose control now.

“Don’t mention that name in front of me; I don’t want to see you with him, ever again.” His scarred brow furrowed; his voice was so deep and condescending that I felt the rumble in my bones. “Has the dickhead touched you before now?”

He had no right to tell me what to do and what not to do. “And what if he has?” My anger was crying to be let out now but with a cocked gun to my head…

“I would kill him—and you.” The room grew silent; our eyes bore into each other with so much intensity. “One thing you need to know about me, Frozen, is that I have no good part to show. Don’t expect it from me, and I don’t expect you to accept me either. You belong to me, whether or not you agree to it; that’s your problem.” He pulled me up by my hands, making me stand to face him. My height was still no match for his.

“But let a man other than me touch you, I’d burn him alive and make you watch. Then I’d burn everyone you love after him. Am I clear, Frozen?”

Tears filled my eyes; he just threatened my family. He was messing with my life, my entire existence, and I couldn’t do anything about it. “I will hate you for all the days of my life.”

“Is. That. Clear?” He pressed the gun further into my head, and the tears slid down my cheeks continuously. I closed them and nodded as I swallowed the lump in my throat.

He moved a strand of hair that fell on my face behind the back of my ear softly, so softly like he didn’t want his hands to hurt me. “Good girl.”

More tears rolled down my cheeks. “I will never belong to you, and I swear that as long as I live and breathe, you’ll be in prison for the rest of your life for this.”

“Get on your knees and take out my dick, Kitten.” The gun was on my lower chin now, lifting my face to meet his.