❝I hurt people;
especially pretty girls like you ❞
In which an innocent but broken girl foxtrots with insanity.
And the music only stops when a demented man says so.
➳
Criminal psychology student...
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Tahlia felt his presence before she even saw him.
The air between them was colder, fragile even.
"Hello, Miss Meyers." His enticement laced voice greeted her.
She refused to meet his eyes. She couldn't.
But she did.
And she regretted it immediately. A pool of cold blue was quick to drown her into the exorbitant depths of the color azure.
She remembered likening his eyes to the ocean, the first time she saw him. But it wasn't the tropical kind, the kind that came with mimosa sunsets and a salty summer breeze. No, the ocean she was thinking of was freezing in subzeroes, cavernous, uncharted.
She despised him. Or at least she wanted to, with every nerve in her body. But she couldn't deny what an elusive work of art the man standing in front of her was.
She looked back behind, making a quick glimpse at the nurse who had accompanied her into the room, then back to the front.
Slowly, she inched forwards towards the desk, settling down with wariness evident.
Because she hadn't been allowed to bring her phone inside, she'd gotten hold of a digital audio recorder. She placed it on the table, carefully, and switched it on.
He sat on his bed. His eyes, akin to a predator, traced along her every movement.
"Good evening, Mr. Hunt." She began. "How was your day?" She spoke the monotonous, formal piece of conversion that she had mapped out prior in her mind.
Everything she had discovered about the man, had left her head reeling at the thought of breathing in the same room as him. A brutal killer. She couldn't even look at him, without seeing blood splashed all over his body, his face, covering the maniacal grin underneath.
Deep breaths. Just take in deep breaths.
There was no answer. He just sat there merely looking, studying her, eyes sharper than she remembered.
The nurse walked over to his bed, telling him to stand up.
As he rose, she involuntarily sank back into her chair. He must have perceived the small movement, for the sound of his chuckle was soon ringing in Tahlia's ears.
Taking the seat across hers, he ran his sight, one last time, along her trembling hands, before meeting her mahogany eyes.
The nurse locked the cuffs in place, checking the chain once by pulling at it and then, without a single word, leaving the room. Leaving Tahlia all alone with the monster.
