Chapter 14

Kris was so terrified that her eyes were about to burst.

How could a small fruit knife possibly cut through the tape, and she had to do it with her eyes closed? This was clearly meant to kill her.

He must be bluffing; he couldn't possibly do this!

"Alright, get ready."

Randy covered his eyes and started counting down.

Kris's doubts vanished. Watching Randy's eager hand, she kept making desperate noises from her throat and started leaning to one side, trying to avoid the fruit knife's aim.

"Three."

Kris crouched on the ground but still felt unsafe, so she imitated a worm, wriggling her body from side to side.

"Two."

"Whoosh!"

While Kris was still trying to move, she felt a flash of silver. The fruit knife flew past her lashes, almost touching them, and then bounced away.

"Oops, I should have counted to one. That way, it would have perfectly sliced the tape on your face."

Randy opened his eyes, complaining with a smile, then moved forward to pick up the fruit knife again.

He also helped Kris, who was trying to escape, back up against the wall.

"Don't move around anymore. Otherwise, you might not be so lucky next time."

Kris shook her head continuously, twisting her body in an attempt to struggle.

That previous throw was only a millimeter from her eyes. If his hand had shaken even a little, it could have blinded her.

This guy was simply insane.

He must have been severely bullied by Billy, so now he was taking revenge on her.

Thinking about her boyfriend, whom she hadn't been able to contact, Kris felt sure he must have already met a terrible fate.

Now it was her turn, and she was likely to suffer the same fate.

But her survival instinct kept making her show pleading expressions.

She hoped to survive, willing to do anything.

Unfortunately, with her mouth sealed, she had no chance to plead.

"Now, don't move around."

Randy continued the game, drawing the knife and aiming it forward as he began counting down.

"Three."

"Two."

As the target, Kris trembled all over. In her view, Randy's eyes were constantly aimed at her forehead, obviously targeting her head.

So, when the countdown was about to reach one, Kris quickly controlled her head to duck down and move forward.

"One."

"Whoosh."

The fruit knife grazed her scalp, finally embedding itself in the wall before bouncing off. The back of the knife scraped her skin during its fall, the cold touch making Kris nearly collapse from fear.

That throw was definitely aimed at her head. If she hadn't ducked just then, the fruit knife might have pierced her forehead.

Kris then collapsed forward, landing on her knees on the ground.

"Such foolishness. To cut your throat, the knife would need to saw back and forth. How could it easily kill you?"

Randy picked up the fruit knife again and helped Kris up.

Her pupils had become somewhat glazed, and the area under her skirt was wet, indicating she had been frightened.

"What's wrong? Don't you believe me? If you don't, should I try aiming for your head?"

Kris quickly shook her head.

"I'll now remove the tape from your mouth. If you dare scream, I guarantee it will be your last sound."

Randy said seriously, then reached to remove the tape.

Indeed, Kris, now terrified, didn't dare say a word.

Randy was very satisfied with her response, showing a pleased expression.

"Good, it seems you can communicate. We can proceed to the next step."

"Randy… Randy, it was my fault. I was forced by Billy; please don't kill me."

Kris begged in a trembling voice, with tears.

"Don't joke. How could someone as kind and loving as me kill anyone?"

Randy carefully removed the tape from Kris's wrist.

"I just want to have a chat with you, that's all."

Seeing the seemingly friendly Randy, Kris was even more terrified.

Just moments ago, he was like a madman, and now he suddenly seemed so calm.

This guy must be a bit neurotic from being bullied. Even if he kills me, he probably won't face legal consequences.

So Kris behaved very obediently, not daring to move or run even though her restraints were removed.

Randy then took out a new prop from his bag.

A Polaroid camera.

Randy pointed the camera at her and said, "Now I'll direct you. Stand against the wall and lift up your clothes, including your underwear."

Kris was surprised, not expecting him to make such a demand.

If he only wanted sexy photos, he could have asked directly instead of torturing her like this.

Thinking she figured out Randy's intentions, Kris's fear eased a bit.

"What do you want to do? If you want photos, I can give them here…"

Before Kris could finish, Randy suddenly lunged forward with the fruit knife, pressing her against the wall with one hand while holding the knife close to her eye, thrusting it rapidly but always missing her forehead by a tiny bit.

The constant sense of danger made Kris close her eyes tightly, but even so, she was overwhelmed by tremendous fear.

Kris felt like time was dragging on forever, continuously begging.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll take them off right now!"

Randy stopped and, with a face full of hostility, repositioned for the photo. However, he did not abandon his warnings.

"Do exactly as I say!"

"I understand!"

Kris quickly nodded. To her, Randy now seemed like a neurotic, perverted killer.

"Now, use both hands to lift up your clothes…"

"Click, click!"

A photo was taken, showing her disheveled state.

"Hide your dirty face!"

"Click, click."

The next few photos were better, at least not showing Kris as being coerced, just capturing her impressive figure.

Randy continued to take several more pictures.

"Now, you need to tidy up your outfit and show a smile. Do you understand?"

Kris nodded in terror, quickly fixing her disheveled hair and wiping away her tears.

"Do you need to touch up your makeup?"

Randy nodded in approval.

Kris shakily took out her makeup kit and reapplied lipstick in front of the small mirror.

She just hoped to please this pervert as much as possible to save her life.

After she finished, Randy had her hold the camera, aiming it at herself for a seductive selfie.

They took three photos in quick succession.

Randy saved all the pictures.

"Alright, the dirty deeds from today…"

As soon as Randy began speaking, Kris immediately dropped to her knees in fear.

"I know, I will never tell anyone. I'll listen to you in the future. Please don't kill me."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll just imprison you and keep torturing you, so you'll live in darkness for the rest of your life."

Kris was so scared she couldn't even kneel properly and collapsed to the side.

"I won't reveal anything."

She thought of her boyfriend, Billy, and feared he might be facing the same fate: enduring hellish torture in some dark, sunless place.

"Just as long as you understand. You can continue going to school as usual. I still need you to help me with a few things."

"First, flirt discreetly with those restless guys at school, like Rick, Sade, and Moore in Class 12-B. Let them know you're interested in them, but don't reply to their messages. Don't let them get what they want, understand?"

These three had been rude to Carrie at the alley in the morning. Randy thought their energetic nature made them ideal targets.

Kris quickly nodded. She wouldn't dare refuse even if Randy asked her to stand on the street.

"Second, keep an eye on Carrie's situation in your class at all times and report to me via phone."

Kris was surprised. She wasn't sure what connection Carrie had with Randy, but she nodded.

"Third, continue bullying and isolating Carrie. Make sure she has no friends at school and that even the teachers who could help her are kept away. Anyone who befriends her should be isolated as well. Of course, if you have any good plans for bullying her, let me know in advance."

"Do you understand?"