"Spare me! I'm sorry!...

'Now is a good time!' it had the worst ring to it, and this was bound to happen with chris's stupid temperament I knew that, and without brian in house I might seriously be at risk but again it would be more risky if both of them go against me. "chris! what are you doing!?" I panicked, I wasn't completely in shape to fight and the muscle pull on my stomach earlier still hurt.

Chris did not say anything just walked very slowly towards me probably enjoying every state of panic and anxiety I was going through. "Chris put that down" I said in a more assertive tone but that man had a different, a very sadistic expression on his face. I got out of the bed to the other side and looked around to grab something for defense there was just a porcelain bowl of soup.

'This is bad! I have to find something, this is the moment I regret on every day of practice that I skipped for the previous year nothing that could help came to me, to my thoughts or my muscles like a memory; everything was just purely washed in anxiety, and I knew I wont get myself out of this situation by words. I had to fight!'

I checked the drawers of the table beside my bed there was nothing! My best shot was the porcelain bowl. I had less time to think, he was closing in silently and slowly watching my weak self in agony from all the mental pressure that was coursing through my nerves. I looked at him walking towards me with a crooked sadistic smile on his face, "Sweetheart no one gave you the permission to touch me and to slap me at that, you are in for a Big. Bloody. Punishment!"

I Immediately picked the bowl up and brook it on the table corner. I wasn't going down this easy not at the hands of a crazy man, "You are a maniac chris, and if I go down today I am taking you with me!" I was determined to claw his skin off till my last remaining breath.

"Hahaha...look at you little rabbit, how desperately clinging to your life, so scared" he turned the candle stand upside down in his hand as if holding a knife for a dual, "Don't worry dear I won't kill you, but you will be begging to die" saying this he sprinted towards me.

I took the defense stance, a sudden spike of adrenaline washed and every feeling of pain went away. This guy could have been with the dean, here to kill me! I was fighting on my life right now.

He climbed on top of the bed to cover the distance faster, and swung the candle stand at my shoulder level in one swift motion. I backed away barely dodging and got ready to counter attack, he was standing a level higher than me as I was still standing on the ground. As I was about to push the sharp porcelain piece into his abdomen, he brought his hand backwards rapidly as if wielding a double blade. I moved to the side but I was too slow, the last candle stand pierced through my triceps. He didn't lose anytime and removed it out of me preparing for his next strike.

Blood gushed out of the wound as I winced in pain, without break he brought the candle stand straight from above. I quickly moved both my hand up in a cross to shield myself but he was ruthless. He pierced it straight through my forearms, but I didn't move my hand afterall the longest stick on the stand was merely inches from my eye. Without wasting any time he pulled it out of my forearms as I screamed, "why do you guys want to kill me!?"

There was no way I could land a hit on him, he was too fast and too good at his technique more than that he was purely cold hearted. I started to feel the weakness again inside me as I was loosing blood and I hadn't recovered from the previous damage.

"Guys!?" he exclaimed with a wicked smile on his face "Its just ME here darling, just me enjoying the beauty scream in front of me" he got down from the bed and walked towards me till my back was against the wall and his face just inches from mine.

I prepared myself for another attack but he didn't, he rather started looking at my wounds as if inspecting every little detail in them. I looked in his eyes searching for intentions, but nothing they were just dark. Finally I spoke again, "What do you really want from me?" He looked at me with a question mark on his face, but I continued "who is behind all this? tracking me down and keeping me safe, there is something precious I must have for you to have kept me alive all this time!"

He finally changed his expression and laughed, "Hahaha... There is no one behind anything, and what possibly might you have you weakling!" He moved closer to me till he was inches from my face and slowly started moving his hand up my left arm. He sternly looked me in eye, there was nothing scary like a barren land than reeked of death, his eyes said it all. "Don't ruin my fun sweetheart, I've just started" He winked at me and went ahead to kiss my forehead.

'This is the opportunity Aphie!' I gathered all the remaining strength I had, this was one shot. Forcefully I brought the porcelain piece in my hand onto him from below towards his stomach. He realized it and instead of blocking it he moved back; 'Perfect for an attack straight through his heart!' and I immediately shifted my target and attacked.

He tried to block my hand but failed to push it away completely, the piece went through his lower chest. I was about to pull the piece out to make an open wound, but he was back on his guards. His other hand was still around my fresh wound, without any second thought he bore his nails in my already bloody wound. I screamed in pain and let go of the porcelain piece.

"You are the fun type aren't you! feisty, I like that" He started speaking through my screams of pain. There was a evil smile dancing on his face like a child who just got his favorite toy. He moved in closer after he loosened his grip, "I guess you need more punishment, aren't you a spoiled little rabbit. A little pleasure and lot of pain". He moved in closer fast and kissed me, before I could process anything his hands were on both of my wounds on my forearm.

I immediately tried to break free but the weakness had started to set in, I wished maybe he might spare me this one time I would never dare cross his path 'atleast not when I am this weak!'. But what was I thinking, he ruthlessly dig into my wounds till his hands dripped from my blood, my screams were echoed in the silent house. He was going at it passionately while I suffered through now unbearable pain. My mind was blurred I needed a break, some mercy! suddenly the words slipped my mouth without me even realizing it, "Spare me master I have wronged!... I'm sorry!"