Kidnapped

Zane wiped his tears as he felt a shadow hovering over him, he could not see clearly as his glasses had already been broken and it was also raining.

"Who are you?"

He was roughly grabbed and a handkerchief was pressed against his nose and mouth. He began to feel dizzy, what was happening? Was he being kidnapped? No, this was much darker then anything kidnappers did, where was he going?

Zane felt something push him forward, he let out a muffled yell trying to free himself from the man's grip.

"Stop struggling or I'll kill you!"

Zane stilled, his breathing quickened and his body began trembling. How long would he last until he died? Why did they kidnap him? Was he going to be hurt or killed?! The thought of him being killed by this psycho made his mind race.

He was pushed again, he fell hard on the wet ground and he felt like his head hit the wall and knocked him out cold.

Zane woke with a start, his head ached terribly and all he felt like doing was sleeping right then and there.

When he opened his eyes , his vision was blurry and he squinted to see his surroundings.

His vision cleared, and everything came into focus. His hands were tied to a chair, his legs were tied too so he couldn't sit up.

Looking around, Zane's eyes landed on a figure standing next to a tall glass window which showed the outside world.

This person was tall and slim, their hair was light brown with blue tips and bangs swept over one of their hazel eyes.

What was most noticeable about the stranger though was the black scarf wrapped around their neck and hanging loose off of the left shoulder.

They wore a dark grey dress shirt under a black hoodie that covered their face with some grey trousers and boots. Their feet were bare while their arms had gloves on, even through them he could tell their nails were painted black, and their lips were covered in a dark red lipstick.

"I'm sorry for startling you." They said as they turned around and took a few steps towards Zane.

A look of surprise flashed across Zane's face before it morphed into confusion and fear.

"W...who are y...you?" Zane stuttered as he struggled with the rope holding his wrists down.

The stranger ignored Zane's question, walking around to stand behind Zane's chair. They reached into Zane' backpack and pulled out something that looked similar to handcuffs but thicker, Zane assumed this was some sort of bondage gear.

The stranger walked closer to Zane' chair and gently grasped Zane's chin so he had to face him.

There were bags underneath Zane' eyes, a couple bruises littered his pale skin. His usually neat black hair was messy and his black eyes were dull and lifeless as usual.

"You're pretty,"

This time Zane could feel heat rising to his cheeks. He wasn't used to such complimenting words coming from someone he just met.

"What do you want with me?" Zane asked.

The stranger tilted their head slightly, Zane could only assume it meant to show curiosity rather than mockery.

"I'm here to kill you."

Zane stared at the stranger. Who is this person?!

"Do you know who I am?!" the stranger shouted, causing Zane to jump slightly in surprise. This person definitely needed to learn how to control their volume, Zane wondered if they had any problems with their voice.

"You're a murderer! And why should I believe you?!"

Zane didn't have time to think about his previous statement when he was suddenly lifted off the ground by his collar. He was slammed against the chair harder than he'd expected.

"Why shouldn't you trust me? You haven't seen what I can do yet." the stranger whispered as their fingers trailed down Zane' cheek and traced over his lips. Zane could've sworn the stranger leaned closer, "Tell me who you really are!" Zane said and licked the blood from his lips.

The stranger jerked their arm away and Zane gasped in pain, his tongue throbbing. He rubbed his sore lip. The stranger seemed amused but Zane didn't dare to speak, he could sense that this person wasn't one to take kindly to defiance.

The stranger turned towards the door as if thinking of leaving. After several seconds however, he decided to stay.

"My name is Counter."

This statement caused Zane to pause, Counter...that sounded familiar, like something he heard a long time ago.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, Counter raised his eyebrow at Zane before smirking softly.

"It's because I know everyone's name. My job as a serial killer is to find out the names of all my victims."

The two stayed silent for a moment. Zane wanted desperately to get away, this guy was crazy! He was dangerous.

As if Counter could hear what Zane was thinking, Counter chuckled lightly and held Zane tighter against the chair.

Zane winced slightly as he felt something digging into his back.

"Relax, you're okay." Counter said in an almost whisper.

"You should really try and relax more often." he added.

He loved the fear in Zane's face, the way his victims always begged for his mercy, he could not wait for Zane to beg.

"Then," Zane raised his head and looked him dead in the eyes. "Kill me please."

Counter's smirk grew wider, Zane was begging. It made him excited, the look on his victim's faces when they knew they'd die was priceless! Zane was so eager, he loved it.

"No..." Counter whispered, making sure to keep his voice quiet. He brought his other hand up to Zane' face and caressed his jaw with his thumb.

He then placed a kiss on Zane' forehead, right below his eye. He closed his eyes momentarily enjoying the feeling of having his lips on Zane' skin.

"You needn't worry," he murmured. "It's still too early to start begging for death."

He strengthened up and kicked Zane on the head knocking him unconscious again.