𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 | 18+

Chapter Four

As I stood in the dimly lit basement, I paused as I noticed someone standing there, a solitary figure amidst the aftermath of my vengeance. A girl? Damn, she's cute. her presence, was unexpected and incongruous, something stirred within me a curiosity that bordered on amusement. Rather than striking her down like the others, I found myself captivated by her presence. An idea began to form a sinister game I could play.

She was different from the others I've come upon, her demeanor a stark contrast to the fear and desperation that had marked the friend group's demise. There was a quiet strength about her, a resilience that intrigued me. I could sense her fear, but it was tempered by a steely resolve that piqued my interest. I could just kill her now, but what would be the fun in that?

I grinned as I stepped closer, her eyes widened with fear, but she didn't cower. Instead, she stood her ground, her gaze meeting mine with a mixture of defiance and curiosity. I could see the questions forming in her mind, but she remained silent, waiting for me to make the first move.

I circled her slowly, like a predator assessing its prey. "You're not like the others, I've come upon." I remarked, my voice low and menacing.

She didn't reply, her eyes never leaving mine. There was a spark of something in those eyes – a glimmer of defiance that both intrigued and irritated me. I wanted to break that spirit, to see it crumble under the weight of my dominance.

"You're brave," I continued, my tone mocking. "Or perhaps just foolish. Either way, you're here now, in my domain."

She remained silent, her jaw set in determination. I could see the fear in her eyes, but it was overshadowed by something else – a stubborn refusal to back down.

I smiled beneath my mask, the gesture cold and devoid of warmth. "What's your name, girl?" I demanded, my voice laced with a hint of menace.

She hesitated for a moment, then replied in a steady voice, "That's none of your business."

I chuckled darkly. "Bold words for someone in your situation. But you'll find out that I always get what I want, one way or another."

"I'm not going to ask again, What's your name, girl?" I demanded, my voice laced with a hint of menace.

She hesitated for a moment, then replied in a steady voice, "Isabella."

"And last." I growled.

"T-Turner." She replied.

I smiled beneath my mask, the satisfaction of finally knowing her name a small victory. "Well, Isabella.. Turner, you have a choice to make. You can either keep your mouth shut about what you saw here tonight, or I can pay a visit to your dear family."

Her eyes widened in fear, and I could see the realization dawning on her. She knew that I wasn't bluffing, that I had the means and the will to carry out my threat.

"Y-You wouldn't dare," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Is she stupid? I just killed five people in front of her, and she's saying that I wouldn't dare? Brave girl, I'll give her that.

"Oh, but I would," I replied, my tone cold and unyielding. "You see, I'm not like other people. I don't play by the rules. I do whatever it takes to get what I want, and right now, what I want is your silence."

She swallowed hard, the fear palpable in the air. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Simple," I replied, my smile widening into a cruel grin. "I want you to disappear. I want you to forget everything you saw here tonight. If you do that, I'll let you live. If not..." I let the threat hang in the air, knowing that she understood the consequences.

She nodded, her eyes filled with resignation. "I'll do it," she said, her voice barely audible.

"Good," I replied, my tone final. "Remember, Isabella Turner, I'm always watching. Cross me, and you'll regret it."

With that, I disappeared into the shadows, leaving her alone with her thoughts. The game had just begun, and I intended to play it to the very end. She was now a pawn in my twisted game.