The time seemed to stop. The minutes dragged by as I stood there, in the kitchen, facing the angel of death. But then again, Kris was far from being an angel. My heart picked up its pace as I silently prayed for Tao to see my text, to realize that I needed him and to come to my rescue. But then it hit me, I was waiting for someone to come and rescue me. Scratch that, I was waiting for my prince charming to rescue me. Way to not believe in fairytales Mary. What happened to me? I can't just stand here and wait for a miracle, I'm about to die for God's sake. My thoughts were running wild, fear and terror took over my entire body when I realized that my clock is ticking. I had no plan. I contemplated the thought of running away, escaping through my Kitchen door, but I dismissed that idea as soon as I saw how determined and focused Kris was. He was onto my every move, never lifting his eyes off of me, like a hawk ready for the kill. 

And it seemed like he read my thoughts, because for that split second I thought about escaping, a smug, sick smile appeared on his face, and in that low, creepy voice of his, he said:

"I hope you're not thinking about running away honey. That would be very stupid and useless. It will only speed up the process, and I would love to take my time with you. You see, you're very special to me, I won't just kill you like I kill any other person, it's been three years, I owe it to you to treat you well."

" Oh my God, you're sick." I was literaly disgusted by this monster, and I'm sure my face portrayed my uneasiness well, because as soon as those words came out of my mouth, Kris pushed me against the wall, blocking my movement with his body, and making every chance I had in escaping, as thin as it was already, vanish in thin air. Fury burst out of his eyes, and the smug look disappeared from his face, and was now r