A Night for Dinner

A Night for Dinner

As he watched her fall down the stairs he wished for her to be okay. Thankfully there was a break in the stairs at which her momentum stopped. As he ran down to her taking the stairs two at a time, they both knew there was no escape now, not now. There is no way she could run after that fall. No now he had her, and he would kill her, slowly and brutally too. She wished the fall would’ve killed her that would’ve been quick. The last thing she saw was him barreling down the stairs with that vile look in his eye and that ominous smirk on his face. Almost like he planned for this to happen.

     When she awoke she was hanging from her feet, blindfolded, and her hands bound behind her back. When she started to stir, he gave her a punch to the gut while laughing.
“It was good spaghetti wasn’t it?” This stuck up a flashback and as he beat and burned and cut her it was like watching a movie.

     “Hey I know its only our third date but do you want to come back to my place?” He asked while she gave him a dirty look “Oh no not for that you misunderstood, I can make a mean spaghetti!”

     So she agreed, she liked spaghetti and him. When they got there he was a perfect gentlemen, opening doors, taking her coat, pulling out her seat. Then he grabbed the spaghetti from the fridge and started to reheat it.

     “Wait you had the spaghetti ready?” She asked perplexed “That's peculiar but as least you're confident.”

     After they ate he offered her a tour of the house cause she had asked about his house over dinner. He showed her the lower floors, then they moved to the upper floors going room to room. Till they got to a room with her name on it!

     “Why do you have my name on this door?” she asked confused not aware.
     
“Open it and see.”

As she opened the door the color drained from her face. As she stared at a room covered in plastic tarp, and so many instruments of death.

     
“This is where I’ll kill you,” he whispered in her ear, “You see I was going to wait, but I just can’t. Oh and the first room was where I killed that collage girl on the news and the room after was that Realtor, and the one just before this one was where I killed the the seven year old last week! Soon you’ll be added to the collection in the last room!”

     She ran as she screamed, While he just laughed. Then she got to the stairs!