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Emmett's Pov
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I walked outside into the cold January air of Kansas.
I live in a secluded house in the middle of nowhere in Kansas. I'm twenty miles from civilization. This house used to be my grandparents' house before, you know... I skinned them alive.
They were my only family anyways, it's not like my parents are around to care. My mom murdered my dad when I was five and beat me to a pulp everyday until I was seven when a truant officer showed up at our door because I missed school for three weeks without a call or a note.
My mom is doing life in prison. Do I care? No.
Much like me, my mother was a serial killer. The only difference is- is that I'm not suspected because everybody thinks that this is just an old, creepy farm house that nobody has lived in since the 1800's.
I know I have major psychological issues, but I don't care to get them taken care of because I don't feel like spending the rest of my life inside of a mental institution.
I don't know what I have wrong with me, but I know it's not normal to always have the hunger to brutally murder an innocent person.
Thanks mom.
Anyway, I'm outside. It's ten o'clock at night, which is the perfect time to kidnap my next victim.
I got into my pickup truck, which used to be my grandfather's until I killed him.
I didn't check to see if any cars were coming since this road isn't busy at night.
I drove towards the nearest city.
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I had my chloroform ready and I was parked in a dark alleyway.
I waited for someone to walk passed, the first person to walk passed that isn't a cop, is my next victim.
I waited for about an hour before I saw somebody.
I quietly got out of my truck and tackled the person. I held the chloroform soaked rag and held it to the victim's mouth and nose until he or she relaxed. That's how I knew the victim was unconscious.
I slung their body over my shoulder and threw the person into the bed of my truck, covering the body with a tarp.
I before I got back in my truck, I took the victim's wallet out of their pocket to take whatever money they have.
I saw the victim's driver's license.
Their name is Richard Olson, twenty-six years old and short for a male.
I put whatever money that was in the wallet into my bra.
I then got into my truck and began to drive back home.
I got home and got Richard inside, he was kind of stirring around when I got him out of the truck. So I need to hurry up and tie him to the chair.
I've gotten to the point where I can get a victim perfectly tied down in under a minute.
I went ahead and tied him down.
About five minutes after he was tied down. He tried to lift his arms up to stretch but couldn't. His eyes then slowly flickered open.
"Wh-where am I?" He asked, his voice raspy.
"I kidnapped you Richard, you're going to die" I said nonchalantly. He remained silent for a moment, trying to process what's going on I assume.
"WAIT WHAT?! PLEASE SPARE ME! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! JUST DON'T MURDER ME!" he begged. I could see pure panic in his grey-ish blue eyes.
"I'll consider it, but if I don't, expect your death to be long and painful, pretty boy" I said as I walked to the kitchen to get him a cup of water.
"Like I said, I'll do anything for you to not kill me" he said.
Anything he says? I can make him my slave, I can make him do anything I want.
I'll consider sparing him.
"Anything you say?" I asked with an evil smirk playing across my face.
"Oh god please don't rape me!" He begged as he tried to squirm his way out from under the ropes.
"Ew no! What kind of person do you take me as?!" I asked, scrunching my face up in disgust as the thought of rape played through my mind.
"Well... You did knock me out and tie me to a chair and you want to kill me" he said.
"True. What do you want me to call you if I'm going to spare you?" I asked.
"Wait! You're going to spare me?!" He asked.
"Sure, I guess. But remember that if you piss me off, I can kill you" I said. He can't escape this house anyways because I boarded up the windows with plywood and reversed all the locks so that if it ever came down to this situation, the victim would be locked in.
I always have the key of course so that nobody can try to find the key.
"What do you want me to call you because obviously you don't go by Richard on a regular basis" I said.
"Everybody calls me Ricky" he said as I untied him.
"Well Ricky, here are the ground rules. If you piss me off once, you get a warning, piss me off twice, you get thrown into the basement, piss me off three times, you get thrown into the basement and starved, four times you get thrown into the basement, starved, and beaten, and the fifth time is the last time you'll piss me off because that'll be the end of your life" I said.
"I understand" he said as he felt around for his phone.
"If you're looking for your phone, I smashed it because you wouldn't get signal out here and I thought I was going to kill you" I said.
"Oh. Can I at least know your name?" He asked.
"You're only gonna know my first name. I'm Emmett and that's all you need to know" I said as I pulled chicken nuggets out of the freezer. I poured the nuggets onto a plate and put them into the microwave.
"Where the hell are your parents? Obviously they wouldn't be okay with this" he asked.
"Why do you care?" I asked.
"Because you look maybe about sixteen years old" he said.
"I'm seventeen, and my mom's in prison, not like I care and my dad died when I was five" I said.
"Who takes care of you then?" He asked.
"Nobody. That's all I'm gonna say" I said.