ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 74: ★Bait★

Chapter 74: ★Bait★

~Chapter 74~

KATYA

I felt so cold, a chill ran down my spine as I lay there, my body stiff with fear gripping my mind.

The psychopath suffocating presence loomed over me as his words dripped like honey.

"There are many things I could do with you as you lay there ~Stiff~, you know right," he whispered, his breath cold against my skin.

A shiver ran down my spine as his finger traced my face, gliding from my cheek to my jaw, wiping away the tears that streamed down my face.

The gesture was almost tender, but I knew it was just a ruse. I was trapped, helpless, and at his mercy.

"Why are you crying?" His tone sounded so genuine in confusion, his words slurred slightly.

The sound of his voice sent a fresh wave of despair over me and more tears flowed.

A normal person in a situation like mine would be crying too, I can’t move for Christ sake.

Can’t see, can’t fight, can’t nothing. Being powerless and incapable of doing what I could do before was all the more worse.

I was trapped in a nightmare, unable to escape or defend myself. Can’t see, can’t move, can’t talk properly... the list of my incapacities seemed endless, and the thought of it made me cry even more.

Tears streamed down my face, hot and relentless, as I lay there, feeling utterly vulnerable and at the mercy of this psychopath.

His confusion at my tears only made me cry harder.

If my body was cooperating with me, I would have been shaking with sobs.

My entire frame wracked with uncontrollable tremors and my paralyzed body refused to respond, leaving me to suffer in silence, my tears the only visible manifestation of my anguish.

"Stop crying," he growled and his grip on my hair tightened. The pain was small, but the sensation was unmistakable.

My scalp prickled with fear as he tugged on my hair, the gentle pull on my head was a reminder of the power he had over me.

I tried to speak, willing my voice to at least rise barely above a whisper, as I strained against the constraints of my paralyzed vocal cords.

"W..ha.t do y.o.u wa.n.t?" I stuttered, each word a struggle, my throat constricting with effort.

He paused, his response measured, as he enunciated each word with deliberate slowness.

"What...do...I want...hmm." He seemed to be thinking aloud, as he counted out each word like a predator savoring its prey.

The silence that followed was heavy with anticipation, as I waited, frozen in terror, for his next sound.

Unsure if there was a light on or not. The blackness was absolute, making it impossible to see my captor’s face.

My heart crushed beneath the weight of my fear, the not knowing what he looked like, of it wasn’t Romeo, what his expression was, or what he was thinking.

The uncertainty was agonizing, my imagination running wild with worst-case scenarios.

The silence stretched out for what felt like an eternity, the only sound my ragged breathing as I waited, body tensed, mind racing.

Finally, after an interminable pause, he spoke, low and husky.

"Well, I want you to be my bait, simple as that," he said, releasing his grip on my hair, the strands falling across my face like a curtain.

Some of the hair covered my eyes, sticking to my tears, while the rest framed my face, a tangled, messy halo.

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I mentally frowned, my mind rebelling against the absurdity of the situation, even as my paralyzed face remained frozen.

His bait for what? My brain bombarded with the questions. What could he possibly want from me? Why was I, Katya, the daughter of that dead abusive man, so important to him?

"So, I just need you to be my bait tomorrow," he continued, "as to catch someone that didn’t die when he should have." His words sent a chill down my spine even when it wasn’t me that was supposed to die.

But what the actual fuck, Who was this person he wanted to catch? And why did he need me to lure them in?

I was nobody, I’m not a bait material. Why should I be his bait to kill someone? What had I done to deserve this fate?

The questions swirled in my head, but I knew I wouldn’t get any answers. I was at his mercy, completely and utterly helpless.

And why is he even telling me this when I wouldn’t even have the option to say No?

Does he enjoy tormenting me, watching me squirm in fear? The thought made my blood boil and it just boiled because I have nothing to do but let it boil over the top.

"N.o," The words choked out, struggling to form the simple word. It was a futile attempt at defiance, but it was all I could manage.

"No?" he repeated, a frown laced in his tone, a hint of surprise and amusement dancing in his voice.

For a moment, I thought I detected a flicker of curiosity, but it was quickly replaced by a low, menacing chuckle.

"Darling, I wasn’t asking, just telling you to be prepared," he said, emphasizing the difference between a request and a command.

The hair covering my face was lifted, and he tucked it softly behind my ears. I didn’t want him touching me, didn’t want his skin to come into contact with mine.

But I had no other option but to lie there, stiff and unresponsive. My body was a prisoner, unable to move or react, but my mind was filled with revulsion and anger.

Then, something unexpected happened. My finger twitched. Wait, my finger really moved a little.

I tried again, concentrating all my energy on that single finger, and it did. It moved, ever so slightly, but it moved.

Not my hand, not my arm, but my finger. It was a tiny, almost imperceptible movement, but it was progress.

A small, fragile thread of hope that I clung to, desperate for any sign of improvement.

Ahhh, my lips parted a little, forming a silent, breathless scream, as a sharp and tiny object, like a needle, pierced the sensitive skin of my neck.

The pain was brief, a biting sensation that quickly subsided, but the shock and surprise of it left me reeling.

"Renewal," his voice whispered in my ear, Renewal for what? What was he trying to renew? My captivity? My suffering? My fear?

"I’m still working on it to be for a long period, but for now, you have to bear the needles piercing your skin every three hours." His words were cold, leaving me stunned at the new information.

The thought of being subjected to this torture every three hours was unbearable. The needles, the pain, the fear of not knowing when it would happen again – it was all too much to handle.

I tried to move my finger again. The one that had twitched earlier, giving me a glimmer of hope.

But now, it refused to budge. I tried again and again, concentrating all my energy on that single finger, but it remained still.

Move, move...move please, I ranted all my frustration. But nothing.

Renewal, the word whispered in my mind, as I remembered what he had said. He meant renewing what he gave me, the substance that made me immobile.

Every three hours, he would have to inject that syringe into me, perpetuating my paralysis, trapping me.

Oh my goodness, what have I done to deserve this hell.

And I’m going to be his bait, too. His bait for God knows what.

The bed, or whatever I was laying on, dipped slightly, and the horror that washed over me came full forced as I felt his presence drawing nearer.

No, no I sensed him leaning in closer. The air thickening, heavy with tension, as his breath whispered against my skin.

"Hahaha," a loud, mocking laugh filled the space, grating against my nerves.

It was a laugh that was laced with salt, rubbed into my wounds and dipped into hot fire.

The sound was so carefree, so joyful, opposite to what I’m feeling at the moment.

"Oh my God, you should see your face as I sat down, hahaha," Romeo chuckled, relishing in my distress.

Taunting, and I felt my face burn with shame and humiliation. But then, his voice dropped, taking on a low tone, and I felt my heart skipped five beats.

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"Come on, I’m not that bad for you to think I might rape you," he said, the word "rape" rolling off his tongue with so much disgust and defensiveness, as if he was offended by the mere suggestion.

But his words were a thin veil, a weak attempt to conceal the true nature of his intentions.

"But someone said I’m obsessed, so who knows," The words rang in my ears, his hot breath fanning against my skin, giving me the creeps.

And then, the worst happened, his cold lips grazed my neck. The sensation a slap, a wake-up call that snapped me back to reality.

My breath hitched in my throat, and I drew in a deep, galloping breath.