STORY STARTER
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.
Escalation
————- 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 ?
