Chapter Forty Five

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Prove that I love him?

I almost stumbled a few times as Masky dragged me through the woods and we passed the pond, then the park. His excitement seemed to grow with each step as he led the way to our destination.

He still hadn't said it back but I was enjoying his sudden mood shift. He seemed way more animated than normal, walking with a noticeable pep in his step and occasionally squeezing my hand as we trudged through the trees.

We'd been walking for quite a while by now so I was happy to see an actual building when we emerged from the woods. There only seemed to be one light on in the home and Masky led me to the back entrance, pulling his mask down over his face, with me following suit.

It was an immediate change of atmosphere and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears as I looked down at his hand engulfing mine and then back to the house.

I wondered what we were doing here. Was it because he wanted us to have privacy? I bit into my lip in hopes I was right. I was still a little sore but it didn't quell my desire for him. If anything it made me want him more.

If he wanted to take me right now, he could, be that the mask talking right now or not.

My body was heating up at the thought and he looked back at me for a moment, tilting my chin up with an index finger.

"What are you thinking, Baby?"

"I want you," the words slipped past my lips with no hesitation and I heard him let out a groan, hand squeezing mine.

"You have me."

He let my hand go and I stood back as he fumbled with the lock, later fishing around in his pockets before he came up with something. A key.

I watched him get the door open and followed behind, my eyes never leaving him.

The one-story home was quaint, its inside sparsely decorated with modern furniture, as much as I could see in the darkness.

Closing the door behind me, Masky then removed his backpack and dug around inside, coming up with the camera. He set it up, aiming it at me when he started recording, the light blinding. He then came forward and turned the camera around, placing it in my hands.

"Don't stop recording."

I nodded and he removed a knife from the bag, dropping the bag onto the floor carelessly. A few bottles of pills rattled inside, one rolling out, but he paid it no mind as he removed the knife from its leather sheath.

My heart was picking up pace as I watched him trail a gloved hand over the flat side of the knife before turning away. I aimed the camera at his back that was now turned, headed down the long hallway.

Looking around the house I turned the camera to capture footage of my surroundings, zooming in on the framed photographs on the wall of a young girl and her family.

I was starting to get suspicious at this point.

We passed the empty bathroom that had been left open, its light spilling out into the hallway.

He flung open the door at the end of the hallway, letting it hit the wall with a loud bang.

There came muffled screams from inside the room and I advanced to see that there was someone tied up on the bed.

She was squirming, her arms and legs bound tightly with thick rope and her face was drawn, black mascara covering her cheeks- an indication she'd been crying for a while. The mascara trail ended where the duct tape covered her mouth.

"Come closer," Masky beckoned me over and I followed, zooming in on the girl.

Behind the duct tape on her mouth, she continued to scream and thrash about and Masky grabbed her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed.

Though she could hardly move her limbs she continued to fight back by thrusting her body against him violently.

I watched him pin her down with a growl, brandishing the knife, "stop moving so much or I'll gut you."

She started crying again, tears spilling down her cheeks as she looked to me for help.

The sight made an unknown emotion surface inside me, my grip on the camera tightening.

"What is this?" I asked, voice muffled behind the mask.

"THIS," He said loudly, and I could hear the excitement in his voice as he grabbed the girl by her face and turned her head forcefully so she would look at me, "this is Brianna."

I watched as he pulled her up by her hair, face turned to the camera.

He was breathing heavily, shoulders heaving, "She's a little fiesty but that's what I love about her."

Love?

The word leaving his lips made my stomach churn and my blood boil. He would say that word with her but not to me?

He let her go and came over to grab the camera from out of my hands.

Now focused on her, he went over to get a closeup of her tear streaked face as he taunted her with a cynical laugh.

"Yeah, keep that look on your face."

He pulled her up by her hair again and her body shook with fear, more large teardrops rolling down her cheeks and over the duct tape. She was then released from his grip, falling back onto the bed and sobbing relentlessly.

Heading back over to me, Masky thrust the knife into my hands and adjusted the camera, now recording me as I stood there with the weapon in my clutches.

What he couldn't see was the begrudging expression I wore behind my own mask.

"Look baby, she's cute isn't she?" He turned back to her and grabbed her face again while she let out muffled cries.

Was he doing it on purpose? Calling her cute when he knew I wouldn't like it. The knife in my hands felt heavy, like it was aching as much as I was to bury it inside something. Someone.

Her.

She had the audacity to grab his attention when it should only be focused on me. He should be calling me cute, not her. What was so cute about her anyways?

Thoughts were all jumbled in my mind and when I didn't respond he inquired again, "you don't think she's cute?"

I shook my head at his question, my grip on the weapon tightening, "I don't."

He made a low 'hm' sound and let her face go.

I watched, jealousy growing when he trailed a hand down her clothed body, his touch light "I think she is."

He was toying with me wasn't he? There's no way he's really doing this. My teeth were clenched so tightly I could hear the air rushing through them from the harsh breaths I was taking, heart thudding in my chest.

"Stop," I gritted out.

"I don't think I will," he pulled her off the bed and to her feet. She was having a hard time standing since her legs and arms were bound and when he grabbed her around the waist I caught a flash of his eyes behind the mask.

That look. Like he was daring me to make a move.

Holding her with one arm while the other was still gripping the camera, he glared at me, "I'm going to have a lot of fun with Brianna tonight."

No you're not.

The girl was sobbing still, her body trembling as I watched his hand begin to grab at her button down, ripping it open to expose her bra clad chest underneath. Buttons rattled on the floorboards and sent my mind into a frenzy.

I charged forward, knife in my grasp and plunged it into her midsection with a angry rasp. His eyes met mine behind our masks and I was chilled to the bone.

His pupils were dilated and veins bulged in his red bloodthirsty eyes as he drawled, "Atta girl."

Warm moisture seeped through my fingers and the girl was trying to twist her body away, screaming and thrashing. I could feel the knife digging deep.

Masky had abandoned the camera, tossing it onto the bed and holding her tightly in place, "keep going, baby."

I took a step back, pulling the knife out and watching blood leak out of the wound.

Did I really...?

I stared at my still hands and the bloody knife before looking up at Masky. He wanted me to do it again.

I caved, jabbing the knife into her again and feeling the familiar sensation of skin giving away to welcome the blade.

Another plunge, deeper this time. Her writhing was getting weaker and with the last stab she was finally quiet, eyes bloodshot and swollen as her lashes fluttered, body jerking and blood dripping from her nose.

He let her go and she tumbled to the floor. We both watched her convulse, blood pooling under her as she looked from me to him with pleading eyes.

She was in pain wasn't she?

She was suffering because of him.

Because of me.

"Give me the knife," Masky came over and took the knife from my hands so he could finish her off himself.

She was finally still now and he got up and turned to me, gloved hands dripping red.

"I knew you had it in you," his hands reached out to remove my mask and I stopped him with my own blood strained ones.

"You can't," I whispered, afraid if I spoke too loudly it would break the spell.

"Why not?"

"What if my mind can't take it?" My voice shook.

The mask was the only thing holding me together now. It was the only thing separating sanity and absolute madness. Once that veil was gone-

"It can," He assured, "you're ready now."

"It was... the mask."

He chuckled darkly and grabbed my wrists, pulling me close so I had to look up at his face, "No. That was all you, Baby. The mask is just for show. A placebo."

His hand then gripped the bottom of the mask and pulled it up.

I panicked.

He isn't saying what I think he is, right?

That I convinced myself the mask had made me do it when in actuality-

My hands shook, "n-no I-"

"Look what you did."

Tears blurred my vision and I blinked rapidly, turning my head away so I didn't have to see the body in my peripheral. He removed his own mask, grabbing my face and looking me in the eyes with his own crazed ones, "No no, don't close your eyes. Look at what you did."

I pushed against him as he tried forcing me to look until finally I was so frustrated I bit his hand, my teeth digging into him roughly and drawing blood.

He pulled his hand back at the sudden assault and in the next moment he was pushing me against the bed, his unbitten hand around my throat.

"Oh you wanna play like that huh?"

"Get- off," I struggled a bit under him and with a laugh he kept me pinned.

"You killed her. I watched you do it. I watched the fire in your eyes," he groaned, "I watched you come alive."

I squirmed against him though I couldn't ignore the heat that was broiling inside me.

Could he be right?

"And you want to deny it," he tsked.

Now that we were both so close and with his hand around my neck I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. The last time I wore the mask he'd kissed me and gave me an excuse to forget about what I'd done but now he was looking down at me with an expression that held no such compassion. Forcing me to come to terms with the crime I'd just committed.

Murder.

A pleasurable shiver ran down my spine and lingered in my toes.

This was new.

"Do you know what they're telling me?" He asked, free hand tapping the side of his head, "That you're not special," his smile was mocking and when my hands reached out to push him away that smile vanished.

"That you're not any different from that dead bitch on the floor," his grip on my throat loosened and he pushed away from me to retrieve something from the ground.

The knife.

My heart leapt into my throat but I wasn't sure what to do in the moment. He was coming closer and I held my breath.

"They're telling me it's long overdue."

Was he saying he wanted to kill me? My lower lip tremored slightly at his expression as he stood over me and reached a hand down.

"You say you love me but you're terrified aren't you? You just do what you're told," his left hand caressed my cheek and when he pressed the knife to my neck with his right, my hands fisted the sheets tightly.

That look in his eyes, it threatened to undo me.

"You're a puppet, scared out of your little mind," the knife was pressing into me and I shook, hoping he wouldn't use any more force than he already was, lest he break skin.

Is this it? Would he really kill me?

A part of me still trusted him despite everything.

My chest was heaving nonetheless and as our eyes met, unobscured by our masks, my stomach fluttered with myriads of butterflies again.

"You're not special," he said once more, appearing to see right through me, "but you're mine and I have a devastating need to break you."

I watched as he trailed the knife down from my neck to my heaving chest, digging into my sweater just enough for me to feel the sharpness of the blade against me, chilling my spine.

Despite the fear, my insides were ablaze and I released a soft breath, tears filling my eyes, "Timothy-"

What did I even want to say?

His hand stilled instantly and his eyes flickered to mine, jaw tight. With eyebrows knitted, he seemed to be trying to decifer the look on my face.

I watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and saw the way his hand shook as he moved the knife away from my chest, placing it on the bed slowly.

I felt liquid run down my neck along with a slight burning sensation but took the opportunity to press my lips against his in a soft kiss. He didn't return the gesture but I didn't care. I needed to center myself and remind him what we were.

It worked before. When I killed Mason.

"I love you," I mumbled against his lips between kisses and finally I felt him grip my waist and press me into the bed, kissing back.

Yes.

He groaned into my mouth as his tongue delved inside and I whimpered, feeling his middle thrusting up against me.

He was starving just as much as I was. I was sure of it.

My heart swelled with emotion and I let out a sound of protest when he broke the kiss, breathing heavily as his eyes bore into mine, "love can't begin to describe what I feel for you."

His words pulled at something deep inside me and moisture leaked into my panties. Embarrassing.

His bloody hands were shaking and left red on my heated skin when he brushed the hair from my face, "I don't think I can hold back for much longer with you."

He distanced himself from me and I was left shaking, my fingers brushing over the cut on my neck.

"Masky-"

He didn't stop to listen and when he went through the door I slid off the bed, stepping around the punctured and leaking body of the dead girl to follow him.

"Where are you going?"

He crossed the hallway and picked his backpack up from the floor, stuffing the bottles of pills back inside and zipping it closed. I caught up as he got to his feet and started for the exit, crowbar in hand.

When my hand grabbed at his jacket he caught it.

"Don't follow."

"You can't just leave me here," I protested, fists clenched tightly.

"What aren't you getting?" he shoved me away from him harshly, landing me on my ass, "if you don't want me splattering your brains all over these fucking walls I suggest you stay down."

"Please-"

He slammed the door behind him and I let out a frustrated huff before getting to my feet.

When I went outside to follow he was nowhere in sight.

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