I said nothing as I sat on one of the dining room chairs. Sitting still, I saw him as he disposed of the body. Putting the body parts in large plastic garbage bags and taking them into his garage. He carefully wiped the kitchen floors as if it was an art piece, every once and a while stepping back to make sure it was wiped correctly even grunting quietly at himself for not doing it right.

The excessive bleach he used burned my nostrils but I was too afraid to say anything.

I had taken some pain medication before he started cleaning but everything seemed like a haze. I just stared nonchalantly. I felt as if my body was shutting down and I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to drop down and sleep but of course I couldn't do that. I had a freaking concussion and especially not with him scrubbing the floors like crazy. He probably take me out too for all I knew.

After what seemed like an eternity, he sat beside me. The sun had gone down and the room was being to feel eerie and cold. The pit of my stomach was growling. I didn't know if it was fear or hunger.

"You hungry?"

I just stared at the spot he had cleaned. It was shiny and smelled like pine sol and bleach. The glare almost blinded me but I couldn't stop looking at it.

He placed a plate of fried rice in front of me, with a tall glass of water.

"Eat" he demanded softly.

"I'm not hungry"

He pushed the plate close to me, "I know you are you haven't eaten anything since I brought you home." He grabbed a spoon from the creakily drawer and placed it in my hand.

Monotonously I ate without stopping. It soon became aggressive as I gobbled the whole pate, god was I so hungry I noticed him staring at me. With those creepy eyes of his, expressionless. He seemed intrigued.

"I know you probably think I'm a monster."

"....I do"

He breathes in deeply "Its a tick that I have, I can't help it. I try...I try not to kill the innocent ones only those who have committed a crime." his hand was beginning to shake.

I looked into his eyes. "You raped me," I said coldly.

He gets ups and kneels beside me, "Babe I'm so sorry Susan, I'm sorry. I promise I won't make love without you're permission."

"Love?" I retort. "You raped me!"

He shook his head, "No, no no NO. I did not rape you. Susan I'm sorry." He hold my hand but I pull away.

Disgusted I look away, I knew he knew what he did was wrong, he was in denial unfuckingbelievable. It grew quiet

"You know sometimes I feel like I'm Dexter from the show" he grins, breaking the silence.

"You're not" I barked, I clearly seen the show and Dexter never raped anyone.

His smile faded. "I try not to hurt anybody, I don't want to" he continued.

"You hurt me" I was beginning to get angry. What the hell was he talking about he just kidnapped me and disposed of a body in front of me and raped me.

"I didn't!" He gets up and sits back down.

"you did, you kidnapped me, brought me to this hell hole and..."

"And what?" he cuts me off. "made love to me"

"I didn't..." I cry. He was fucking insane.

He got up from his chair and stood in front of me, he turned my chair so I was facing him and placed his hands on my thighs as he leaned in close to my face. His breath was cold. "But you liked it didn't you."

I look away but he grasps my face towards him. "You did!"