Mr psychopath

I heard him shut the door, and with every step he took towards me, my heart was in my mouth. I feared what he would do to me, I didn't know him, but seeing how he ruthlessly killed those men, I knew he was a psychopath and this psychopath, held me captive.

I tried to keep calm, but I heard my heart dancing to the sound of his steps. I refused to raise my head to look at him as he stood right in front of me, at that point, I could feel my soul leaving my body. He slowly raised my head to meet his gaze. To my surprise, he wasn't bad looking. He looked clean, fresh, but dangerous, calmly, though. His eyes looked gentle, not like that of a killer. If only I met him in a less deadly circumstance, I would have butterflies in my belly, but all I could feel was the sweat dripping through my entire body.

I refused to look into his eyes, but that was not the case for him, he kept staring at every feature of my body, his gaze was so strong it pierced my skin.

"What will I do with you"his deep but calm voice echoed through the room.

"p-p-p-lease, sir, l-let me go"I cried out. I would rather not die, especially not like this.

"but you saw what I did"He walked away from me.

I was really frightened, still I could feel that he was not a bad person.

"I promise I wasn't spying on you sir"I said amidst tears.

His gaze was still fixed on me, with no expression at all.

"Too bad, I can't let you go" I froze instantly

"Is this the end of me?" I thought to myself. "what will you do to me?" I mustered a little courage to ask but he ignored my question and kept staring.

I was getting impatient, my arms were already aching from being tied up

"what will you do to me then?"Answer me" I screamed out of frustration,his silence was eating me up, still he kept mute. I got extremely furious, but I knew better than to express it if I wanted to get out alive.

"okay, I'm sorry, just let me go, please"He didn't respond until a few seconds after, slowly he walked towards me, pulled an obsidian knife from his pocket. At that point, my whole life flashed before my eyes. He brought the knife close to me, I shut my eyes in despair waiting for my death, but he cut the rope used to tie my arms. I dropped to the floor, still confused about what happened.

"Am I dead?"I asked myself while touching my body

"stand up"My arms still ached terribly, but I would rather not upset him, so I stood up slowly. I stood straight with my face lowered to avoid his eyes. I didn't want him to change his mind

"I won't kill you...yet?"

Yet?

What did he mean by that? does that mean he's still going to kill me? I had several thoughts popping up in my head

"I have a task for you" He interrupted my thoughts

"Task?" I asked still avoiding his eyes.

"I need you to help me find someone"

"how?" I am completely confused

"I need you to get some information for me"

"And why will I do that"

"Cause your life depends on it" I swallowed hard

"Here"He gave me a bag that looked like a shopping bag. I didn't notice he had it with him the whole time

"what's this?"

"Your dress, shoes, and wig,You have to look good, to seduce him"he paused

"I'll come get you later, get prepared"He said and walked out on a confused me with so many questions running through my mind.

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I jolted to the sound of the door opening. I knew he was here to take me to wherever he wanted, and I was ready, ready to run away from this man immediately I got a chance to,I had no one to save me from this monster, so I knew I needed to smart up and make good use of this opportunity that may never surface again.

I had to keep a smiling face not because I liked his presence, but because of the perfect plan I had in my head. He rummaged through my body, which I found quite uncomfortable and the he gown. It was too much of a hassle for me, I tried pulling it down to cross my knees, but of course, it kept shrinking back every single time. I never fancied short gowns because of the kind of family I grew up in. My parents were religious fanatics, they always warned me against indecent dressing, so I grew into not liking it. Everything about this fit vexed me. The heels were high, and they made my feet ache badly. And the wig, it kept landing on my face every second. I never dressed like this before, It felt weird that my thighs and cleavages were exposed, and the fact that I was actually wearing this to a public place made me cringe. What if I bump into someone who recognizes me? I muttered under my breath

"Are you ready to go?"He asked with a straight face. Not that I was expecting a compliment of some sort, but at least he should have returned the smile

"Can you at least tell me why I'm dressed up"I asked out of sheer curiosity

"There's a man I need to get information from, and you're going to help me get"

"how"He didn't respond,he just dipped his hands in his pocket, removing what seemed like a blindfold, and advanced towards me. I fearfully watched him walk behind me and felt him put the blindfold over my eyes and everything went pitch-black. I asked no questions as he took my hands in his, and led the way. I just followed him and did everything he asked

I heard something like a car door open, he guided me into the car and shut the door. I knew he entered the car too because I heard the car door close again. I felt the car move and I really wanted to see outside, but I was scared he'll get angry at me and maybe kill me, who knows. I was really trying my best not to upset him.