The Stranger In The Room

                              VOID

I have been watching her for three days.

I got to know where she worked, where she lived, and the fuckers she kept as friends. It was jaw-striking to know the bitch didn't keep the kind of friends I expected, or go the kind of places I imagined. 

The only places she had gone to was the mall and a church. A church! The whore was damn good at hiding her identity, wasn't she? She used her coffee shop as a facade while doing the dirty jobs behind the scene. What a pu$syhead.

She probably noticed she's been watched, because she kept looking around from time to time. A smart motherfucker - I thought. 

It puzzled me how good she was at pretending. Heck! She was pretending, 'cause why the hell would a killer look so innocent? She was nothing like the lady I'd seen in the pictures. 

It wasn't just about the fact that she always wore long dresses, or the fact that she had a rosary around her neck which she touched from time to time. No, it wasn't just that. There was just something too... pure about her. She had a certain innocent aura around her, like she's never been fucked before. Her azure eyes were always guiltless each time she looked around, looking for me. Her hair was already curled into a bun, making me imagine the length of it. 

The bitch's face was good. I've noticed the scumbags around always stealing lustful glances at her. They wanted her, and majority of them went in guise of wanting to get coffee. And every damn time, she smiled at them, so spotlessly like she couldn't see their true intentions. Her smiles were always so warm - deceptive. 

Fuck! I'd give it to her for being so good at pretending. That whore was a killer, yet was so good at making people think she's a saint. Must be really dumb. 

I sat in my comfy car and studied her as she looked around again, running her eyes for me. She was outside her coffee shop. Bitch had come to get her sign post from the ground. I'd be lying if I said my cock didn't jerk the moment I saw her bending over. Those long dresses of hers were concealing a perfect shape in there. It was useless, anyway. She'd be dead in no time. 

I watched as she held onto her rosary while looking around. Fear and insecurity flashed in her eyes. What a perfect actress. 

She shook her head before returning to the coffee shop, but I remained there for a longer time. 

She better have all the fun she can. I was done with my findings and tonight was the deal. 

I couldn't wait to take off that flawless mask of hers and reveal her true bitchy face. I'd have so much fun breaking her, punishing her dearly for putting such a fake narrative. If only she knew what was coming for her, she'd probably bury herself.

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                      JERAH

"Thank you, sir." I smiled to the cabby as I alighted the car. 

He had refused taking the fare from me, telling me I was too beautiful to pay for a ride. 

I waved at him again as he drove off. Then, I turned around and began walking towards the house. 

Deciding to leave the convent and live a normal life wasn't a bad idea, afterall. I'd spent twenty-five years of my life in the covent and needed some air, needed to live a normal life. I told Mother Heather I'd come back when I was satisfied with my adventure. 

I've been out here for six months now, and I must say I love it. Most of the people are so nice, and it feels so good to have a job that keeps you busy. I love it!

However, I do not plan on staying here forever. I still wanted to be a nun, and it's only a matter of time before I return to the convent and prepare for the exams. 

I glanced at my phone screen to check the time. It was 7 p.m already. I needed to hurry up and head to church. Sister Benedetta will be at my place any moment. 

I got to my unit, opened the door and glided into my room. I lived in an apartment complex with over two hundred rooms. 

I smelt something different the moment I stepped foot in the room. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing, but something smelt different. 

I moved my hand to the wall, turning on the light switch. The entire place became bright immediately, and that was the moment my nightmare began, the moment my life changed forever. 

Electrifying shock tingled through me as I found a strange figure, seated in the middle of the room. He was making use of the chair belonging to my dresser. He'd pulled it to the middle of the room and sat on it. 

My blood ran cold instantly. My legs tottered and my lungs stopped pumping air. 

His presence froze me at once. Or was it his eyes that were as cold and dark as shadows carved in stones? They stared so coldly at me, cloaked in an eerie stillness that sent shivers down my spine. 

I had never seen a picture of the devil before. But this guy in front me, looked like someone who must be very close to him. 

My survival instinct kicked in. With reflexive speed, I spun towards the door, grabbing the knob to pull it open. But I was taken abacked when strong hands snagged my waist, tugging me back. 

I let out a loud scream, fighting the hands on my waist. His speed was something I could not fathom because I never expected him to beat me to the door. 

My phone and bag had fallen to the floor. I screamed and hit his hands on my waist, but it was more like hitting a rock. Instinctively, I reached for my spray can that was close by - that was the closest thing my hand could reach - and tried aiming for his head. But he snatched it from me the moment I lifted it up. And roughly, he shoved me to the floor.