Krysta was so scared when the noise had ceased. Was Jeff dead? Did whoever he captured retaliate and deliver the blow?! With her blindfold on and binding her sight. It was rather hard for her to see or hear anyone since it partially was binding her ears as well as eyes.

The sound of a male voice had confirmed her fears. Jeff was alive. And the other, must have died. Rough boots clanked on the wooden floors over to her range of hearing and she felt her head be lifted up. Almost as though she was being examined by a jewel collector or something like that.

"The art of smiling is dying, so I wanted to forever trap people in a state of bliss . But you people , you tell me I'm insane...tell me I am wrong for believing this. But , if man can so mercilessly kill one another and not bat an eye, why can't we entrap man in a state of perpetual happiness? Well...why Krysta!?!"

Jeff sneered through his teeth at the shaking girl, who just sat there blindfolded and had warm tears dripping down her chin. The man for a moment, was lost in his own sea of thoughts. Part of him, the sane side had wanted just to put her out her misery and let it be the end. But , that other part, the resenting and bitter one had wanted her to suffer just as he did .

"You left me."

Was what came out all of a sudden. The blood in the girls veins had seemed to just freeze on the spot. Where was this coming from? Was Jeff being....sentimental? If so , then why was he acting like so. Krysta had felt her eyes be blinded by light and then the urge to scream overtook. Mila...poor , sweet and loving Mila was dead on the floor.

"You took my trust, and you ripped it up, just like Ma and Pa, so I retuned the favour. We're even now."

Jeff said as he walked away and left the girl to stare at the corpse . Krysta had a reason to hate him now. In the past, she'd of forgave the pain and suffering he caused her due to his hatred for humanity. But not this, he took the only family she'd had left and butchered them. That was unforgivable in her eyes.

"Bastard"

She spat , causing him to halt in his steps. His gaze caught hers and they stared one another out for what had seemed like ages. It was him that broke the silence.

"Yes, I'm a bastard. You have no fucking clue, what happened to me. Or what that bitch done."

Jeff said to her as he kicked the lifeless body of Mila harshly. Now he could see just how much anger she could withold before she'd snap. What a fun way to break her mentality. He didn't need to hurt her, he just had to hurt that police bitch.

"Stop it"

Krysta sneered, her eyes narrowing like a feline with every kick that Jeff delivered to the dead body of Mila. But he never, he just kicked and he kicked until Krysta was livid with seething anger.

"I don't want to. What you gonna do whore?"

Jeff smiled wide and kicked harder and harder, he was having fun now. Who knew abusing the dead could be so stress relieving? But what the man never knew, was that the girl was cutting her bind the whole time, allowing him to rile her up just for the perfect strike.

"I do want to know one thing....Jefferey."

Krysta asked as she looked her captor in the eyes, Jeff just laughed a little as he leant down and looked at her with intense capacity in his gaze. He would humour her dying wishes and have one last semi civil chat. After all she was an old friend, and old friends deserve respect.

"What is that?"

Jeff grinned as he watched her like a hawk. Her eyes stared into his as she replied to him, all the while hiding her ulterior motives.

"How much did prison fuck up your shit"

As fast as a flash, she swung round and stabbed him in the side. He roared out for a few moments and then fell to the floor. But not in pain , no, he was laughing ever so hard at this sudden twist in reality.

"You stupid bitch."

He said as he pulled out the knife and revealed a heavily armed bullet proof vest. Krysta stared in horror at this as she realised the mistake she'd just made, one that could have very well cost her the very life she'd tried to protect. As Jeff descended on the girl , he paused and then thought.

"Know what, I won't kill you. Not in this sense. You want to see what your fucking family was like. What they did once you were hidden away from sight?"

Jeff grabbed her by the shoulders and then forced her to look at a photo. In it, was a woman and a child with black hair. Krysta shook her head in disbelief at this, it was a lie. He had to be lying about this.

"They fucking replaced you. Like a new doll, they got a normal child, they fucking abandoned you, why do you think they never bothered to try and get you back. They didn't want you. Krystal. They fucking left you."

Jeff droned it into the girls head . She'd been used and lied to, the family was a shit hole. That night that they were on the roof. He had planned to kill her and then her family, to save her. To stop the evil from seeping into her pure heart. In his head, he was helping.

Krysta was numb now, the realisation of her parents deception and the lies that everyone had told her. They bombarded her like a brick. In the end, she was a lost cause..but it didn't surpass, the lies that Jeff had told her. No, in the end...the only way to get out. Was to kill him and run.

No matter what her warring conscience was trying to get her to believe.

In the end, she knew that one of them would be coming out alive.

Or she'd die fighting.

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Phew another chapter !

What's gonna happen???

Who will come out in the end.

How much of what Jeff said is a lie?

Stay tuned.