Julia was devastated.
Her Honey hadn’t returned from wherever she was and she was scared. Scared that her Honey would never come back or if she did come back, it would be with someone other than her. No one was helping to find her.
Not even Magic.
Storming into the Jones’ residence with fury in her eyes, she opened the door to Magic talking with a man in his early sixties.
“What is the meaning of this?” the man bellowed.
“Magic we need to talk!” she yelled.
Despite his anger, Magic calmed the old man down and left the room.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Where is Emma?” Julie screeched.
He rolled his eyes in annoyance. “We are still looking for her.”
She scoffed. “Yeah right.”
“Listen, we have sent our secret forces to look for her but none have seen her. So we are still looking.”
“Fuck you and your secret forces!” Julia screamed giving him the middle finger, “I’m going to the police!”
“No!” Magic grabbed her by the shoulders with panic in his eyes while Julia stared back at him with anger in hers. Shrugging herself off his grip, she straightened her jacket and let the security men walk out.
Magic watched her leave and sighed in relief.
“So she is missing,” a voice boomed out.
Magic refused to look back at the person. “Satisfied with what you've accomplished fool?"
“I tried my best,”
“By sending her to Murder House?” He turned around in fury. “What was that for?”
“I…didn’t look at the paperwork when I signed it," the person stammered.
Magic scoffed. “We all know that is a lie.”
“Well what was I supposed to do? She threatened us! You took things too far when…”
"According to my memory, you approved of the idea after dozens of students documented the incident,” Magic took a step forward. “That’s how she threatened you into agreeing to the student exchange program.”
The person gritted his teeth in fury and sighed. “You are right. I did mess up but I wasn't expecting her to survive. Especially with her mental condition. So what’s your solution?”
“The same solution I have been pounding on.” Magic turned his back. “We bring her back into the fold.”
"Back to school?" The person scoffed, "She will never agree.”
“She will. We just need to wait for the right moment," Magic said. “For now, we keep looking,”
Emma’s POV
I opened the door and a blast of wind made me shiver. Looking down the dark passageway, I stepped out.
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‘Where the heck is the way out?’ I thought walking down the corridor. Turning around a corner, it led to a huge hall with doors each separated by dark marble pillars. Confused, I walked over to one, opening it revealing another dark corridor.
The cold wind howled making me shiver as I walked in. Within a few minutes of walking, I found another door and opened it.
I was back in the hall full of doors.
‘What the…’
Taking another door led me to a corridor colder than the last one. It ended with a door returning me to the hall full of doors. Picking the other doors revealed the same result with longer and colder corridors than the previous ones. However, all led back to the hall. Frustrated and freezing, I tried to return to my room only to be met by a long and cold corridor. Seeing a door ahead with light underneath it, I hurried to open it and was back in the hall with the doors all looking alike.
The light behind the door was nothing but an illusion.
Angry and frustrated, I punched one of the pillars breaking my fingers and collapsing to the ground in tears. The room got colder and colder to the point I could feel it in my bones so I rubbed my arms and feet to keep warm.
A few minutes passed and I started to nod off only to be snapped awake by a deafening sound. No matter how hard I tried to keep my eyes open once I shut them the noise snapped me awake feeling my heart with fear.
Slowly the noise became distant as my vision became blurry. Nodding off for the last time, I could hear the noise calling me, forcing me to be awake but I didn’t care.
I didn’t care about the noise anymore.
"Hey..."
"Hey..."
"Wake up,"
My eyes slowly opened and the first thing I saw was Jake's face looking at me.
"I found you passed out in the hall." He smiled. "How are you feeling?"
I blink back in hatred and look around me. The table, the candle stand and the chandelier all looked similar and as usual, I was tied to a chair.
I was back in the dining room.
"How...what was..."
Using his finger, he shushed me. "It has been a while since you ate, Beloved," he said, reaching out and taking a plate from the table. "I prepared your favorite beef stew for you."
The stew's aroma betrayed my stomach again, so I accepted a spoonful. The stew warmed me up instantly and the meat was tender enough to melt in my mouth. He fed me spoonful after spoonful until the plate was empty. Snapping his fingers, the dining hall disappeared and I was transported to a dark room with a chair before me.
"Let's have a conversation Beloved." he said sitting on the door.
Sighing, I leaned back in the chair. "What do you want to talk about? I have nothing to say to you."
"That's okay,"
My eyes widened. "What?"
"We can just sit still like this in silence," his smile widened. "A wise man once said, 'Eye contact is more intimate than words will ever be',"
Then he leaned forward placing his elbows on his lap and using his hands to support his chin. "And I love looking at you."
Having said that, Jake stared at me with intense eyes. Soon, I felt so uncomfortable that I looked away but something forced me to stare back at him.
"Don't take your eyes off me Beloved," he said. "Look into them and see how much I love you."
And I did. I stared at him until my eyes watered.
"Nah, this is getting boring," he suddenly said and the force holding my head in place released me. "Let's play a game."
"What game?" I sputtered.
"The game is simple. We look into each other's eyes and the first blinker must answer the winner's question. Isn't that great?"
I shake my head.
"It isn't it?"
I nod.
"Okay." then the force holding my head in place appeared and we went back to looking at each other. Twice I tried closing my eyes but whatever it was forced them open. I couldn't even blink! My chest heaved in agony and my eyes watered with regret but that didn't faze him for he just kept smiling...
...and grinning...
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"Okay, let's play the game!" I cry.
He sighed letting his eye lids fall creating a seductive look and then reopened with a sadistic one. "Sorry I changed my mind."
"Please!" I could feel tears pricking my eyes.
"But I love staring at you!"
"Jake please!" I cry again.
He chuckled seemingly enjoying my agony and the force holding me was dispelled. "Since you said 'please' Beloved,"
As he chuckled, I looked away breathing heavily and blinking so many times to give my poor eyes a break.
"Ready when you are Beloved," he said.
Closing my eyes and opening them again, I looked at him and nodded.
"One...two...three... now!"
We looked into each other's eyes but not wanting to stare at his face anymore, I blinked.
"Yay! I won!" he cheered.
I bowed my head in agony.
"So Sweetheart, why do you want me to kill you so badly?"
'Why do you want me to kill you so badly?'. What a ridiculous question.
"What do you think?" I reply giving him a rueful look.
His face fell. "I see," it brightens. "One...two...three!"
We do it again and he blinks.
"Now it's your turn to ask me a question."
The excitement in his voice made me want to vomit but to keep the game alive, I asked a question. "Why do you stalk me?"
He frowned. "Beloved, I am not a stalker. I'm a researcher."
"What?" I ask.
"A researcher Beloved. There's a difference between that and a stalker," he replied then leaned back and grinned. "You just happened to be my subject of interest."
I looked defeated. "I'll take that with a grain of salt."
He shrugs and we continue the game. This time, I blinked.
"My turn. Who am I to you?"
That one was easy. "A yandere."
"Really Beloved?"
I sense disappointment in his voice and chuckle.
"I think you should stop reading those psychological manga Beloved. It's one of the reasons why our romance didn't work in the first place."
My eyebrows furrowed into a frown but his didn't disappear. Then I smiled ruefully and laughed. "What were you expecting me to say? It's the truth isn't it?"
Now he glared at me and the game continued.
He blinked.
"How many boys did you kill to get me?"
"One...two...three..." he ticked them off his fingers then grinned. "You don't need to know that Beloved."
"How many?"
"A few,"
I leaned forward despite what bound me to the chair. "How many?"
He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Five,"
I lean back and scoff.
"I'm telling you the truth, it was five!" He scratched his head. "The rest I had to use other means to get rid of them."
"Like?"
"Ah, ah, ah," he wagged his finger at me. "One...two...three,"
I blinked.
"Why do you call me a yandere?"
"Aren't you one?" I asked back.
"You didn't answer my question," he said leaning closer. "Why do you think I am a yandere?"
"I don't want to answer it."
He laughed sadistically while passing his hand over his face. "Sweetheart... you're breaking my heart."
"Then crack my skull with a hammer and have what's left of me!" I yell.
"I told you why I don't want to do that,"
"Jake..."
"No, nope no," he moved closer to me with fury in his eyes and I closed my eyes expecting him to do it. Instead, he said, "What you said really shattered me inside and out. I'm just asking why you called me that. Is that a crime?"
His begging voice forced me to open my eyes daring myself to look into his sad eyes.
"To be honest, I don't know where to begin with you?"
He smiled. "Try me,"
"You love your love interest to the point it becomes an obsession."
That wiped the smile off his face, but I continued. "You care to the point that it's uncomfortable. You are so selfish that you see nothing wrong with isolating your love interest or killing anyone who comes close to them because they are yours and yours alone. You give excuses for your actions and one of them is, 'I can't live without you' while ignoring the fact that you make them uncomfortable. You have no common sense when it comes to your love interest's behavior. When they want to leave you because of your creepy behaviour you kidnap them or worse kill them." Then I look up at him. "So, you're crazy psychopaths who cause physical and emotional pain to others because you love them. That's why you're yandere,"
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