Jason gives a mocking smile.

He moves closer to me and places the pistol on my head. A chill runs down my spine.

He kisses my neck as I cringe from the touch.

"Awww," he says, this time touching my cheeks with his cold sweaty hands, " I won't kill you, babe. I love you."

I stand still even as he sniffs and exhales against my exposed neck. I feel so mucky as that filthy creature touches me. I feel so vulnerable and it is weird. Out of the blue, he gives me a peck on the cheek.

This is too much. My reverie is broken and I turn around and slap him so hard that my palms start tingling from the impact. He looks stunned.

"Fierce little witch! That's why I loved you, honey," he says, desire evident in his tone, "But you know you broke my heart. You chose him. That dog! You love that dog. You bitch! You didn't care a shit about me," he said through gritted teeth.

"Now he is gone. I will let you feel what I felt. I want you to feel what it feels like to lose the only person you love, " he chanted on in one breath grinding his teeth.

I stand stunned, unable to reply. I never honestly knew he was that crazy. He was persuasive in school but not to the extent that he would kill someone for it.

"I liked you and trusted you. Why are you doing this to me? You broke my trust. You killed him. You won't kill me. You want me to suffer right? What did I ever do to you?" I am close to tears now but I curse myself for being weak. I will not show my weakness before him. He will trouble me more if I am so vulnerable.

'Trust! You trusted me? Do you even know what trust is," he frantically points at himself, " I trusted you to love me at some point? I felt you would realise my love when you are ready for it. But no. See what you did to me. You turned me into a killer and you talk of trust?"

"Keep calm," I tell myself even if my heart is pounding in my chest. I try to say something to defeat him emotionally. I want to say something to defeat him with logic if I have to save myself.

A crazy idea comes to my head. But saying those words were nothing less than sentencing myself to death. But I don't fear death now. This encounter has somehow made me realise the uncertainties of life. I can now very well gamble with my life.

"You said you won't kill me," I say spacing each word and emphasizing the word kill.

He frowns.

"But I am an eyewitness to this murder. Aren't you afraid that I could get you arrested and provide evidence against you? Why are you letting me go?"

His eyes bore into me for a while and I feel so nervous under that gaze. I try hard to hold onto myself. "You have to be strong," I tell myself.

"No," he said in a way of finality, "You won't. Because if you do, your parents will be next. So, do you want the same fate to befall them? I guess not. So, darling, You will keep quiet and not say a damn word to anyone about this. Got it?"

I nod my head unable to speak. What a crafty villain he is! I regret ever making friends with him.

"Good," he says, again trying to kiss the hollow at the base of my neck. He still has the gun at my head. The cold metallic thing scaring the hell out of me. I shiver and try to push him away with all my might but he presses closer.

I feel an anger building up in every nerve of my body, and at that moment, surprising him, in that one swift move of a gesture, in an unusual display of insane strength seizing me, I deftly snatch the gun from his hand. Then with a mighty heave, I push him away.

He staggers backwards and looks at me, surprise evident in his face. He stands stupefied as I point the gun at him. My hands shake as I try to get a grip on the pistol.

" Great! Go ahead. Shoot me. Take the revenge for your man. What are you waiting for?"

I just stare at him unable to believe what I have just done. Where did I get that strength from? Oh well, the strength of a broken heart.

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