Where His Victims Go

Four hours later

"Anthony?"

"Yes, Mama?"

"Don't blame him. He...he was a good man. He was."

"We both know I can't do that. I'll never forgive him. Never."

"...I know, Nino...I know."

"Then why do you always ask? You know what my answer will be every time. So why?"

"...I...I still love him. I still believe in him. I know I shouldn't... but I just can't help hoping one day he'll come back, knocking on our door. I can't help but hope one day he'll come back, Nino."

"...I know it's hard...but one day, you are going to have to accept he left us...and he's never coming back."

"...ahem, I...know...sniff, I know, Nino."

A heavy bump brought me out from that memory. Why am I remembering that now? It was so long ago. My head is pounding from the migraine that's penetrating it. Thinking about it's meaning is not an option right now. Groaning, I tried to bring my hand up to massage my temples only to find them restricted. What? Why can't I... Flashbacks from the alleyway hit me like a lightning strike. I swiftly sat up in my seat, instant regret. My vision started to swim from the abrupt action. Why do I have be so stupid sometimes?

"Well good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Have a nice nape?" A voice I recognized as Beldams, asked me.

"What did you drug me with?" I asked as my vision cleared. We were on an empty road and the sun had already set. Dense forest lined the unlit road. Each pine passing just as quickly as we near them. Aside from the headlights and lights from the radio and dash, it was almost pitch black. Not a star or moon in sight to light the darkness outside. The car must be recently bought from the smell. Or really well kept and he never eats inside it. Or he has an air freshener... why am I pondering so hard about this?

"A horse tranquiliser, but don't worry. It's not fatal in the right amounts." Oh, how reassuring of him, I thought as he he gazed upon me from his rear view mirror. The minimal light made his violet eyes even more haunting. I averted my sight from his. Holding his gaze felt as if I'd be sucked into a world and never come out.

"How cute." Beldam said and focused back on the paved road ahead of him.

"Where are we going?...What are you going to do to me?" I asked the murderer quietly.

"We're going where all my artworks go." He said, never taking his eyes off the road. I leaned my head against the window. A single tear rolling down my cheek. Fuck me.

"As much as I love to see your beautiful eyes cry, please don't be sad. You won't end up like them, you'll be mine, my little rag doll." His reassurance did nothing for the rivers going down my cheeks. I'll never see my brother or mother again. I never really had friends, so no worries there. Will they be okay? Would they search for me? How long do I have to be with this psycho…? Would... would they think I did the same thing as him? That I'm just like him, like my father? ...No..no, no, no. They wouldn't. Mama and Jayson know me, they know I'd never. Not in a million years.

The ride was silent for the next couple of hours. I would have tried to escape, but I didn't really have many options. He tied my hands behind me, I'm somehow buckled in, he locked the doors, took my phone and wallet, and even if I tried to attack him; it's a death sentence. If I succeed, the car could swerve off the road and potentially killing us both. If I fail, I don't want to even think about the consequences. He never glanced back at me except for the time I woke up. It's like he has no worries of me rebelling. Like he knows I can't do anything if I want to live. And he's right. I'm powerless to the blood thirsty criminal. He's unmistakably smart to be able to get away with the killings and kidnappings for so long. And the way he held me down, he has skill and strength. Where do you even get a horse tranquiliser? Amazon? eBay? He probably stole it like he did this car. But if he didn't, that means he has money.

I'm starting to feel like I went into the wrong profession and should've become a professional over-thinker. There is just too many questions and possibilities flying around the killer. He probably wouldn't answer them if you asked anyway. Why would he? It would just create more problems for him eventually. But I'm stupid and it never hurts to try… hopefully.

"Why hazel eyes?" Hesitantly I asked. Briefly, his eyes shifted off the endless road ahead of us. He was silent for a few minutes before he finally gave me a response.

"I loathe hazel eyes. That's all." His knuckles turned white from his grip on the steering wheel. There's clearly more to the story, but then again, it's not a wonderful idea to push him.

"Then why me?" I voiced my question since the alley.

"Your eyes." He simply put. Anger bubbled in me. My eyes? So what!? I might have a rare condition, but there are others who have it! I'm not some trophy to be gained!

"Why? Why!? It's not fair! I'm not the only one! Why me?! Why me…" The dam of emotions finally broke as I yelled out in despair and anger. He said nothing and just let me calm down. Purple eyes temporarily looking my way.

"Yes, I've seen a few like you. They aren't you, though. I've seen blue and brown, but blue n' silver is a first. Never seen a dark blue eye coupled with a light silver one." The silvered haired man said. I stayed silent. I'm unique, it brings me no satisfaction to know this, only misery.

We turned onto a dirt road going far into the woods. The moon shone through the foliage from high above. It would have been magical if not for my current position. 10 minutes past before a house appeared in a small clearing. It looked… normal. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't a two-story log cabin. The dark oak logs, the windows, the railing, it even had a porch swing in the front. How cool is that!? Everything about it was amazing.

"You like it? I built it myself." He proudly said. The beautiful house doesn't seem so beautiful anymore. How trashy. He pulled to the side of the now ugly home and parked.

"Okay, before we go in, you have two options. One, you can be a good boy and I'll let you sleep in a bed. Or two, you disobey, and I will send you to the Sewing Room. Got it?" Beldam nonchalantly said. It's more like rules if you asked me, but no one's asking. The Sewing Room... I don't even want to know. Hope I never do.

"Come on, pretty boy. I'm not the one who got to snooze in the back seat. Pick one so we both can go to bed." Him calling me pretty boy ticked me off, but I'm too tired to care. I'd rather be comfortable and obedient than test his patience and probably be dead... or worse.

"Bed." I said plainly. He only smiled as he got out of the car. Walking around, he opened my door and grabbed my bound arms. The car door shut with a light thump. Now I could see what the monster had supposedly bought, it was nice. It was a completely black 2020 Dodge Charger with a glossy finish. Rich bastard.

He led me up the steps of the porch; I almost tripped up them. Fiddling with his keys, he found the right one to unlock the door. Once inside, he dragged me up even more stairs. Stumbling all the way up the chestnut steps, we finally made it to the top. There was a small window at the far end of the hall that allowed the white glow of the moon in. It was just enough for me to see the two doors on opposite sides of the hallway. Behind me, there was another window and three more doors. I didn't get to look for long, Beldam had begun pulling me towards the left door on this end of the hall.

"This will be your room as long as you behave." He said and unlocked the door. The walls were navy blue with the natural accent of the wood it was built with. To the right here was a queen-sized bed against the wall with an ocean blue comforter. Wooden bedside tables stand on each side of the bed, a silver alarm clock is placed on the left one. The left side, a beautifully crafted mahogany dresser divided two doors. I can only assume ones a bathroom and the other a closet.

It's the exact opposite of my room. My bed was a single with bad springs. And there was no dresser or private bathroom. I lived out of a clothes basket and shared a bathroom with my mom and brother. But it was nice. It was home.

"As you can see, it's a nice room. You have your own fully equipped bathroom and unequipped closet. I don't have any cloths for you, but I can go get you some." He explained while cutting the duct tape on my wrists. When did he get a knife? Probably the same one from the alley, idiot.

"You can do whatever you want in your room, I don't care. The windows have iron bars on them, so no escaping. However," He paused his sentence and made me look him in the eye. "…if you break anything, you try to attack me, try to escape, or anything like that… you will go to the sewing room, okay?" His menacing tone sent a shiver down my spine as he smiled.

I can't forget, he scoops people's eyes out and sows' buttons to replace them. He belongs in jail. I nodded in response. He seemed satisfied with my acceptance. I walked into the room rubbing my sore wrists.

"Smart and obedient, this truly will be interesting. Good night, rag doll." He turned to leave but I stopped him.

"…I'm not your rag doll," I whispered. "I have a name." I sent a glare towards him.

"Okay, rag doll, what's your name?" He asked mockingly.

"Give me yours and I'll give you mine." I bargained. This should be a good opportunity to find out who he really is. Then again, why would he give me his real name?

"How bold," He said with an evil smirk. "Too bad, you know me, and I already know you, Anthony Torres." He dug out my wallet, throwing it into the room and left. I could hear the click of the lock and then his footstep fading away to another door opening and closing.

My knees gave out from under me. I collapsed onto the cold hard floor. I should've known he would look through my wallet. Why wouldn't a psycho murderer look through someone's wallet?! It's guaranteed it's not the worse thing they've done! Fuck! It all hit me at once. The seriousness of my predicament, the fact I really could die. From walking down the street to sleeping in the house of a serial killer. It was crazy, it is crazy. You never think something like this could happen to you, until it actually does. My mind and body were exhausted, but how could I possibly sleep? I stayed on the floor, resting against the bed, my tired mind racing. Somewhere into the night, I passed out.