Criminal in love

CHAPTER 2(Dimitri)

Should have uploaded yesterday, but my phone shutdown because i was playing temple run. That game is wow. Who knows the game??? My high score is 555,329. If you know the game, write your high score in the comment section and we'll see. Haha. Ok let me stop blabbing and write the story.

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Regan felt nothing but pain. She was cramped in the cupboard unable to move any part of her body except her head. She didn't know how long she had been in there. Days, maybe. Her stomach rumbled and she was reminded again that she had not eaten. The cut in her neck hurts so much. God, what happened? Then she heard footsteps.She held her breath and whimpered. She then remembered what he told her about killing her the next time he saw her.

The footsteps drew near and she almost died. Just then, the door swung open and she fell to the floor. She landed with a thud and it was all the will she could muster not to burst into tears. Slowly, starting from his feet, she looked up at him. He was staring at her with an unreadable expression. He grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her out of the room.

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Ten minutes later, she was sitting on the dining chair. Food was placed on the table amd the killer was sitting on the other end, staring at her. The aroma of the food permeated her nose and in no time, she was wolfing down the food. She still felt his eyes on her, but that didnt stop her hungry self from wolfing down the food. It only made her uncomfortable.

"How do you feel about being beheaded?"

Regan choked on her food. She started to cough and hit her chest. By the time she looked up at him, her eyes were red and watery due to the food entering the wrong place.

"How do you feel about being beheaded?" he asked again, casually. "Uhm....I-I-I dont feel anything about it." she stuttered. He drummed his fingers on the table. "Okay then. Beheading it is then" Regan's eyes widened. He was going to behead her? She watched as he stood and walked to a cabinet. He opened it and brought out a sword. Her heart skipped five beats. He sat on his chair and placed the sword in between them. She couldnt eat again.

"Please eat. You'll need the energy." he mocked. She shook her head. "Please dont behead me." she begged. He arched his perfect brows. "Thats what you chose." But you didnt give meoptions." "Really? Alright." he raised his hands as if in surrender. He brought out two rifles snd placed it on the table beside the sword. "Choose between the gun and the sword." he said. Her eyes darted between the ammunitions and then back to him. "I choose none." He shrugged. "Well i pick the sword. It wont take long." "I dont want the sword. Please dont kill me." He rolled his eyes. "Problem is, you dont have a say in whether you get killed or not, dont you get it?" She remained quiet. "You should pick the gun" he contined. "I might shoot you in your sleep so you wont feel the pain." "No, you wont" He barked out laughter. "Or i might juat kill you now." His movements was so swift and in two seconds he had the gun pointed at her. Before she could breathe, he pulled the trigger. She thought she had died, until she heard his laughter. She looked up at him. He was staring at her. Her breathing was labored. "Eat your food" he barked and stood from the table. He looked so angry. ~What dod she do?~ She drew her food nearer and watched him leave the kitchen.

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Minutes later he came back. He picked up her plates, placed it on the counter and returned back to her. Then he.sat in front of her. He started staring again. Someone tell this hunk that staring is rude, especially if the person you're staring at is aware. She squirmed in her seat. His jade green eyes bored into hers. Then he hooked his finger under her chin and raised her head up. The wound in her neck was open, but the bleeding has stopped. "Does it hurt?" he asked quietly. She nodded. He stood and walked to a cabinet. He pulled out a first aid kit and walked back to her. Then he pulled out a bottle containing methylated spirit, then he pulled out cotton wool. He removed the cork of the bottle and placed the cotton wool at thr tip, then he tilted the bottle, thereby dampening the cotton wool. He then tilted her head again. Regan squirmed in her seat, already anticipating the pain. He dabbed her wound with the soaked cotton wool and she winced. When the wound was clean, he reached into the first aid kit and withdrew the plaster. He reached for her wound, but his hands froze midway.She looked at him with questioning eyes. He was staring at her again. Then suddenly, he hissed and threw the plaster on her. "Clean your filthy wound yourself." he barked angrily at her and walked out. Regan stared at his broad back as he left the kitchen. What exactly had she done except sit still and watch? Why was he angry again? She sighed.