Chapter 71
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I clicked them away quickly as I wasn't able to withstand their heart wrenching cries any longer.
Heaving I tried to compose myself again. My eyes were bloodshot from suppressing the tears and I had to bite down my lips almost drawing out blood.
'No, calm down April. This is what you needed. Hard cold evidence that Mark is a killer.' I told myself. If I show this to the police, no…even to the media then Mark has no chose but to be locked up behind jail.
Forcing myself I let my eyes glaze over the folder not letting them linger too long on the pictures or videos in fear that I may throw up.
I had noticed a few things after looking around the folder. Mark wasn't on them and even if he was he was then fully disguised. This bastard knew that this could be used against him so he made sure that he wouldn't be recognizable.
The other thing that I had noticed was that under every picture or video there was a chest piece basically indicating what each victim was.
There was also no sign of the king and queen chest pieces to be seen. Instead each of them had their own folder. I was scared to open them since I don't know what I would find, but I still did.
When I opened them my eyes went round and I couldn't held back the vituperation. "That motherfucking sicko!"
Like with all the other chess pieces that I saw the kings and queens were marred beyond recognition, but not only that he aslo wrote a note about each victim. He wrote about their daily life, how he ruined them, how he slowly killed all their loved ones and how he would kill them in detail. And the worst things was that he enjoyed it! It was like a game to him.
Anger poured through me at the inhuman act until I saw my own name. My face was contoured in fear and my index finger was trembling as I clicked on it.
"The fuck?"
Just like the others all my information was on it, but that was not what put me off. What put me off where the kind of pictures that were taken of me and how under each picture he wrote what he loved about it or how he felt when he took it.
It was basically a stalkers diary.
"I'm going to get sick." I said as I deviated my eyes from the screen. Plopping down on my knees I was preparing to hurl as I placed both of my palms on the ground.
"We can't have that."
My body stiffens at the casual voice. A hand made its way plastering on to my forehead with its ice-cold palm.
My pupils dilated and I glanced side ways to see Mark who was crouching down as he checked his own temperature with his hand. He hummed thoughtfully. "You don't seem to have a fever…baby you're shivering. What's wrong?"
His voice was laced with worry and his eyebrows were knitted together as he looked down on my shivering form.
My mind was in disarray. I didn't know any more if I was shivering from the cold feeling of his fingertips or if I was shivering because it finally downed on me that this man in front of me is dangerous.
Every muscle in my body screamed at me to flee. I slapped his hand away and scrambled back until my back hit the drawers of the desk. "Don't touch me!" I screamed, my voice trembling in fear.
My body was still shivering as sweat started to pour out of my skin. My eyes were quivering as I stared at the man who now seemed like the devil.
Hurt flashed across Mark's eyes before he covered it up with a smile, not realizing that the smile scares me even more.
He carefully approached. "What's wrong kitten?" he asked, his voice soft. "What made you so scar-"
His words slowly derailed until he halted his speech when his eyes landed on the monitor with all the folders on full display. His eyes shifted back to me and as if something finally clicked he quickly closed the laptop as he cursed under his breath.
Two pair of strong hands engulfed my shoulders as they roughly pulled me closer to Mark. "I know that I can't talk my way out of this and that no matter what I say you wouldn't believe me." He said in a quick breath. The deep blue eyes were filled with panic as they bored in to mine. "But it's not what it looks like."
I glared at him in disbelieve. "Yeah, it sure doesn't look like you're a vile fucking sicko." I sneered and shrugged myself free from his hold.
He sighed. "Okay, so it is what it looks like, but don't act like you didn't know I literary killed three of your work colleagues and you sure as hell didn't act like this to me." He pointed out.
A pang of guilt could be felt in my chest. He was right and at that time I was terrified. And I don't know whether it was because I didn't like the people that were killed or if it was because I knew that my stalker was the one who did it and that I just had to watch out from now on, but I wasn't really scared of Mark after that.
"Mark" I began lowly as I stood up. "There are over hundred people saved on that laptop. People that you have killed." I said slowly as if I was talking to a child who didn't know right from wrong.
He shrugged. "It could have been more if I wasn't busy with you."
I was taken aback by the casualness in his tone. "Don't you realize that you have robbed hundreds of people of their family and friends!?" I yelled.
Mark sighed frustrated and grabbed me by my shoulders, pulling me towards him until we were face to face. "Don't stress your pretty head over it." He started as he stroked my trembling cheek with is rough hands. He brought his mouth to my ear and started to whisper. "Just remember that your loved ones can also end up like that, so act wisely."
He drew back and smiled sweetly at me. His moon crest shaped eyes which I normally would swoon over now scared me. My dreadful expression was reflected in his eyes.
I was scared of Mark numerous of times whenever he would threaten me, but this was the first time that I was impaled by fear.
I fear this man.
