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You are stuck in a room with a psychopath who wants to kill you. You have five minutes to convince them otherwise.
Write a short speech to convince this desolate individual to spare your life.
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𝒜𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒, 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹. 𝒲𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝓁𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇. 𝒲𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅, 𝐼 𝓅𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒩𝑜𝓌.
The whirlwind of the onyx slumber shattered. Vetyn gasped and choked to a hasty rouse, a lurid and pallid flare of light stinging her sight.
With a squint and bow, she spurned the grotesque assault with a hiss. The air was redolent with bleach and lavender— _not a thrilling combination — besieging _all senses dwelling within. Vetyn cleared her throat and blinked away the tears prickling her ashen chestnut eyes, the events from the dusk former snaking through her memory.
Her stomach sank. Bahn was dead.
“Vey, dear?” Her head snapped upward, her body teetering forward on the seat.
Blinking away the glare, a golden shrouded figure was gracefully perched on a pearl shaded chair behind a glass barrier, arms delicately folded with their lap. The flare dissolved to a single mortal, the chamber melting to a transparent sight.
Comprehension lobbed her, eyes flaring. No. No it cannot—
“Mother.”
“Hi, love.” Claudia graced a smile, a lilt of woe threading its fingers upon the hollow crest of her jowls. “Are you well?”
“Well?” She rasped and attempted to march forward, but was yanked back with valourous might. A sharp groan escaped her, tearing the tender palisade in her throat. Vetyn espied their wrists, black chains tethered heinously upon them.
What had begotten her within the last hour?
“What’s going on.” Vetyn demanded, gritting her teeth.
Claudia’s smile bloomed, not quite meeting her own eyes. “I have saved you.” She whispered.
“Saved me?” She was bemused. “How?”
(Tbc)
I wake up from being unconscious, I’m blind folded I have no ability to see nor do I want to see who it is. My breath is shallow, I hear foot steps coming closer and closer. “I’ll take the rag out of your mouth if you promise not to scream” He pulls the rag out and I choke, I lick my lips. “Is there something you want from me” “You know what I want” “ I don’t unless you specify what that is” My voice is hoarse, so I clear my throat. “I want to kill you, just how I killed my dad” “Why I’m of no value to you anyway” “I want to collect your hair and make a wig” “Killing me won’t change anything, it will only make it worse” “Tell me why that is, if you so please” “All these younge people or old people you kill haven’t either lived there life to their fullest or haven’t completed there life to their fullest, and your taking that away from them.” “I choose to do so” “Well don’t, would you kill god if you had a chance?” “ I don’t think that’s any of your concern” I shake my head in denial waiting for him to respond to me again. “Fine I’ll find someone else that’s more pleasing to the eye to kill” “as you wish” He gets the rag that was from my mouth and poured chloriform, he slowly walked to me and put it over my mouth. “Your wish has been granted” He says then my eyes twich closed. I wake up by a tree, I quickly got up and ran to my house knowing the cordinates are very important if you want to make it back home. I make it to my house and lock the door and baracade it will a chair, and take a quick shower. I come out of the bathroom and lay on the couch and fall soundly asleep slowly.
Tilted head, Devilish grin, A drip of sweat trickled down his cheek.
“So you’re gonna Kill me.” It’s not said as a question.
A step closer, The thump of his thick sole reverberates, Filling the silent room.
“Yes” His s is long, taunting.
“Why?” Unbothered, flat.
He groans, “Why not?” He clears his throat and licks his lips.
Eyes are glued to each other.
“Well why don’t I just get up and walk out? We can say why not to everything, If you’re gonna kill me Have a reason.”
The tone of the voice makes his teeth Grit. He chuckles.
“It’s fun to watch the struggle.” Simple and easy answer.
“What if I don’t struggle?”
It takes a moment for his response. “That would be stupid. Would it not?”
“I don’t think so. If I’m going to die, why Struggle when the outcome is… Enevitiable.”
He cracks his neck, Rolls his eyes, Groans. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe.” Calmly states. Body isn’t tense.
His heart thumps against his chest. Annoyance creeps through him. The knife clatters against the cement. His fingers outstretched from dropping it.
“Why did you stop?”
“You want me to continue?”
“Never said that. Why did you stop?” The repeated question is too much.
“You’re not worth it.”
“I’m not worth death? Hm, never heard that one.” The tone is set at an emotionless one.
The person stands there, he Stares at him. Anger boils Inside of him.
“Get out.” The person shrugs and walks out.
He lets out a gutteral scream, his face red and veins popping.
————- Beom-Jin Vermillon
**A 22-year old local psychopath who recently got released due to payments being made in court. His first crime is as follow: **
Murdered his 1 year old little brother in his own apartment.
**The cause ? **
« _No, it wasn’t envy nor anger. I just felt like doing it _» his eyes was staring at the screen with no sign of remorse or guilt
The investigators later discovered decayed bodies of several animals such as domestic pets like dogs, cats and even rabbits. These were buried in his private garden away from the public. Nevertheless now that his deeds have been exposed, even the wind runs away from his sight.
Who knows the other myriad of things he must have done that no knows still doesn’t know till this day …
« What kind of a trash human being is that ? Killing your own flesh and blood for no good reason— Can’t believe woman are simping for such a devil. » I stated
« As long as you have an attractive face and figure, people will dismiss your wrongs as they said …»
**That was what I said 1 week ago **
And who would have thought that I would find myself face-to-face with that same guy in this locked up room ?!
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**How did I end up here ? **
He was seating on the floor, his right leg was straight up and the opposite, was slighty bent. He had something in his hand. It looked like a silverish sharp dagger ready to be use for his purpose. Everything about him matched the descriptions. Towering in height, robust looking, typical white shirt and navy jeans, Greyish-blue eyes and coal black hair. Lastly… he has an ebony birthmark at the right side of his face.
Yep, I’m doomed.
The only thing his expression was conveying was a blank stare piercing right through my eyes. His eyes travelled along my body back to my face.
« Is that it ? So you’re the threat that they we’re talking about ? » he muttered under his breath looking unimpressed and somehow deceived
I couldn’t even process what he was uttering, rather, I was asking myself thousands of questions from how, what, who and when. I was feeling pain on my chest area. My heart was bumping above the average when at rest. It was a sensation where I was thinking about my life from beginning to end, where death came to forcefully open my door and enter my house without my consent.
« _Let’s get this done quickly _» he declared
He stood up with that same dagger on his hand and he was walking towards me with a threatening look.
My eyes were widely opened, my breath had accelerated as though I was running a marathon and my legs felt weak and numb. I wanted to react and do or say something but i couldn’t. React, react, react !!
**Once he was just a few centimeters away from me, he violently grabbed my hair and he correctly positioned the dagger targeting the area in which he was aiming for. **
The pain from that action was similar to a lever being pulled up to warn me to wake up. If not I would die a foolish death where I couldn’t even utter a word. I screeched with agony. I was relieved because I got my voice back. Nevertheless the tension was far more dominant than the relief
« ST-TOP !! PLEASE..LET GO !!!A-ARGHH ..» I screamed the more with tears drooling down my eye
**He suddenly paused and stared down at me with a poker expression, almost as if he was contemplating something. He hadn’t let go of my hair yet but his grip slighty loosened. **
**I had to use this opportunity to say something that would alter this miserable situation I was in. Knowing that he was a psychopath, there was no need using sweet swords or even begging. These are useless. **
« I.. I don’t know why you are doing this b-but I’ll do anything !! Just ANYTHING !! »
He didn’t speak a word for a few minutes, this was creeping me out. So is this what it feels to be the victim of a psychopath ?
All of a sudden—-he bursted into a laughter. It wasn’t a normal laughter. It was the chortle of a sadistic maniac who found great satisfaction dealing with their victims.
He slowly let go of my hair and give his knuckles a crack with a pleased grin on his face. What the hell ? What is wrong with this mad guy ?
« _You say you’ll do anything right ? _» he asked in a taunting voice
His body language changed to a way more docile kind. His shoulder were more relaxed and his posture more laid back. Okay…is this a good sign ?
I hesitated but then I said “Y-yes..»
“_Right if you can undress yourself and bend to act like my dead dog, I’ll let you go _» he sat back on the floor with a look full of expectations and sarcasm
Right he wasn’t only a psychopath, he was also a brazen criminal. How could he ask me to get all naked and act as a dead dog ? Does that even make sense ?
He added «_Also don’t try to use this opportunity to run, you won’t be able to open the doors without me. So you better do what you’re ask to do _»—
**Anyone in my situation would just comply because they would want to survive. But you know what ? I rather die keeping my dignity than dying in shame. **
**I sat on the floor just right infront of him. It’s not that I wasn’t frightening but my pride was way more overwhelming. **
He glared at me with a perplexed expression, his eyebrows were quenched to 90 degrees, he pursued his lips and his eyes were the eyes of an assassin. This gave me chills down my spine and I gulped slowly with anticipationt. The terror in me caused me to speak these words:
« I-..if you’re going to—kill me. Please do it …do it quickly»
I decided to accept my fate. It’s not like there is something to live for on this earth anyways so it doesn’t matter anymore. I closed my eyes and clenched my fist with shivers..
BOM !!
Guess what happens next ?
He’s out for blood I had only 5 I had to live Had to convince him
He held a knife To my neck Threatening me
“Please Don’t do this…”
“WHY”
“I-I-I-“
“Shut up, kid!”
“NO! NEVER! BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!”
“I HAVE A WEAPON! DO YOU WANT TO DIE?”
“No? I have a life, just like you”
“And?”
“And I wanna live that life Unlike you Going around KILLING people”
“You’ll be next in a few minutes”
“You could never! I know people People who are Greater than you Better than you Smarter than you”
“I could kill ‘em all”
“Do you want to go to jail? For years?”
“As if I could care”
“You want to live A worthless life?”
“Since when Was my life ever Worth living”
“Since forever”
“Since never”
“You’re amazing You just don’t Make the right choices”
“I’m fine with my choices”
“No you aren’t! You’re not okay! You’re suffering And hiding it By ruining other’s lives By taking it from them For your own entertainment!”
“…”
“Don’t even say I’m wrong”
“I couldn’t It’s all true”
“Let me live Let me live my life With enjoyment And gratefulness And happiness”
“That’s your life Not mine It’ll never be mine”
“It could be yours If you find something That your good at That you enjoy And love And cherish You can do anything you want As long as you put your mind to it”
“Thanks, I’ll let you go”
“Only if you come with”
“What?”
“You heard me, didn’t you? Come with me And I’ll show you The greater things in life”
His smile filled me With joy To this day we live Together As a happy couple I changed his life And he made mine Better We helped each other In many ways
“Look, I know you may want to kill me, and I completely understand. A lot of people have wanted to kill me over the years, and you can believe me when I say that I’ve… disposed of every last one of them as necessary. I disposed of them because they were pests, imbeciles who got in the way of my happy life, like you. They all deserved to die in the torturous ways I had them die, so what makes you think that I don’t have a weapon on me right now? For all you know, I could have my trusty switchblade on me at this very moment. What I’m trying to say is that if anyone in the room should be scared, it’s you, not me. You may think you’re a psychopathic killer who could end my life whenever you’d like, but that’s just not true. I’m the psychopath here… and I’m not going to worry about trying to convince you to spare my life, seeing as it should be you down on your knees, begging me for mercy. So… Get down. Now beg…”
Why? Why did you have to be so reckless? Now you’re stuck here with a psycho! Are you kidding, Ally? This is your idea of a blind date? I am never doing this again. __ __ “I’ll make you a deal,” says the masked psychopath, rolling up his grey sleeves. How can I trust him? “Tell me why I should let you go.” His proposition catches me off guard; he must just want some entertainment. I shake my head.
“Now, now,” he says coolly. “You do want to live, right? Then convince me.”
I remain still, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my submission. Now he is taken aback_._ He raises his eyebrow. He waits. I won't give in. After a while, he says, “Interesting. I’ll remember this, Willow. Next time. I’ll find you.”
He walks away, leaving me in silence. I should be relieved, thtabi just escaped death. But no. I feel terrified. _How did he know my name? _I realize, _I just did escape death. _
“Look, mate, you don’t wanna be doing this!”
“Why not, darling?”
“Look, whatever happened to make you…like this, that’s in the past now. Whatever happened I’ve probably been there as well! I’ve been in most situations like this surprisingly and although you don’t wanna admit it, we might have a lot in common.
You see, when I was younger, my dad would always send me up to my room at 7:00pm at night every night. Do you know why?”
“No why?”
“Well, I didn’t find out until 5 years ago but turns out he was killing people in the basement,in one much like this one in the sense that the tools were the same, the layout and the careful selecting of each tool for each job. He only did this organisation because he thought it kept him under the radar. I cant tell you how wrong he was when 3 weeks later, the Charlies popperd round and came banging on our front door. I wish you’ve met him. He coulda talked a little sense into ya. Not through torture he wont like that, my dad. But he then realised soon enough that the way you get your name out there in the big bad world is the way you do things. Like himself for example, he always used the back of an hammer, and possibly a butcher’s knife or meat cleaver but they never worked well for him. Do you know why? Cuz 6 other murderers already built their name up by doing that same thing! He knew he was never getting nowhere.
Think about it, how many people might have used your same technique before you,eh? Two or three maybe? I don’t know. But saying who my father was, and how he treated us lot growing up, maybe just maybe I could help you instead?
I do have a lot of brains in me head you know. Although it may come as a little shock. Ha ha.
And can I tell you another secret? I’ve killed over 60,500 people. And do you know why? Cuz it’s part of me job description.
Now just think careful about whether or not me joining yas is a good idea but personally I’d be happy to work with you”
“Wait! Alright! Fine, if you insist.”
“Alright if YOU insist. Lesson one: thanks for falling for me”… “Catch ya later big guy” 😉😘
“You have family, right? So do I. You want to kill me, right? So do I. I also have feelings, don’t you? How do you feel if you want to kill me right now? Would it make you happy? Would you gain something from it?” I say holding my hands up as if to surrender, but talking to a killer is the greatest distraction.
“It would certainly make my life easier, because it would mean you’re no longer in my way,” they reply coldly.
“What am I in the way of? Your future? Because if you kill me right now, you’ll get caught, you’ll go to prison, I would have ruined your future. But if you don’t kill me right now, it means you still have a future with loads of opportunities to come your way. You will be successful, killing me won’t help you to get there.”
“You have two more minutes to convince me not to kill you, so choose your next words wisely,” they say and I feel my heartbeat rising, knowing the end is coming way too soon. I need more time.
“You have two minutes to think this through,” I say trying to twist their words against them. “Two minutes to change your future. You kill me, prison happens. You don’t kill me, you still have a future. What do you want? I know I want a future, I want to grow old with my love, have a family, and be successful in a job that makes me happy. Do you not want that too? A future that you deserve.” I still have my hands up and I notice the figure in front of me become hesitant, as they loosen the grip on the rifle in their hands. _Think this through. _While this person questions their actions, I try to look for a way out of this room where there is only one lightbulb lighting the room. But there is no escape route, nothing. Now, I try to see the face of who this stranger belongs to without walking forwards, but the lighting in the room isn’t helping. I can only see their shadow.
“No,” they say with their voice weakened. It sounds hurt, like I have struck a nerve with my words. “You’ve ran out of time,” they continue and back into their cold embrace, making me wish the ground could swallow me whole. “You tried to convince me, but no. It didn’t work. Maybe try again in your next life.”
They become hesitant again, as if they don’t really want to shoot me with their rifle. Maybe they’re a human after all, with feelings. They know if they kill me, they will lose their humanity. I wait for the sound of the trigger, but nothing. There is stillness in this room. I have used five minutes to convince this stranger not to kill me, and now I am waiting for my death to loom upon me,
“I’m waiting for you to kill me, are you not going to do it?” I say getting impatient. “Just kill me already!”
“No,” they say. _No, _shocks me. “5 minutes. You have 5 minutes to escape before I change my mind.” I stand frozen because I feel physically stunned, that I can escape. So I run against the walls trying to find a door, a way out of this room where I can live that future I dreamt since I was child. This stranger will also be allowed the future because they let me go.
I stop when I feel something poking out from the wall, cold metal against my skin. _A doorknob? _I twist it around and the door unlocks. But I also hear a trigger clicking and I stand frozen in shock.
“Your 5 minutes is over. You tried to convince me not to kill you. You failed. You tried to escape this room. You failed. And I may have just manipulated the time as well, because in fact I actually gave you a minute, not five. Any last words?”
I have none, as I feel my body fall to the ground. I feel as if all my problems and weights have been lifted. I am light as a feather flowing through the wind, flowing for five minutes before I am consumed by darkness all together. And I can feel my own soul drift from my body, like a star dying from the night sky, before my skin turns into a frozen blue. I know there is blood pouring out from my lifeless body, and the last thing I remember is their giggle at my dead body which lingers in my soul for eternity, not for 5 minutes.
Before you kill me, I want to know one thing. Why? Did you have some traumatic childhood? Or are you just a pathetic little being who wants to take a life just to feel something?
I don’t believe you’re doing this for no reason. You’re doing it to be heard. So go on. Talk to me. Tell me your life, your pain and your heartbreak. I will listen.
And after that, go ahead; kill me. If that is what you want after I have heard your story, then sure. But then the only person in the world who understands you, will be gone. And that will be on you.
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