Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 12

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Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 12

Destiny looked around the room she was in. It was almost too dark to really see anything. For all she knew, there could be machetes all over the place. Destiny didn’t want to take the chance of impaling herself with one, so she decided to plant herself on that bed like her life depended on it. It was kind of funny, it seemed from the way the man put it that she DID have to plant herself there. He WAS going to kill her, after all, if she left. She bit her lip and hugged her knees to her chest, feeling her heart spasm when she remembered his threat. He WOULD kill her, even though she was a “good girl”.

What made her a good girl? Because she never had s-x? Was it his version of a virgin? But he had also said that she didn’t drink either, so maybe it was a little more than that. Destiny began to wonder if he would kill people who were virgins but still drank or did drugs. Or if they weren’t virgins but they didn’t drink or do drugs. Or if they did drugs, but didn’t drink or have s-x. Or if they drank but didn’t do drugs or have se-
“S-stop it!” Destiny pressed her hands against the sides of her head, shaking her idiotic thoughts out of her mind. “Wh-what the hell are you thinking? This is NOT the time to be wondering his criteria for killing someone! You just got kidnapped by a serial killer after watching him destroy four people!” Destiny felt her body shake at the thought. She was kidnapped. Kidnapped. What was she supposed to do? She knew that she couldn’t run. He was pretty fast from what she knew, even though she had tripped. He would hunt her down like a dog and tear her into more pieces then a jigsaw puzzle. Destiny trembled harder and tears filled her eyes. What should she do? She felt so out of control…

She glanced over to see the notepad that he was communicating with her with, and she started to remember one of the things that he told her.

“I don’t want you to become a bad girl, so I will keep you here and protect you. I want you to stay a good girl forever, and I don’t want other bad people to hurt you or make you bad.”Destiny closed her eyes and a few tears slipped down her already raw face. That was the sweetest thing she had ever heard in her life. She didn’t get too many compliments from other people, so even hearing something from a serial killer was nice. If he really wanted to protect her…then he wouldn’t hurt her, right? He DID promise…he wouldn’t break his promise, right?

Destiny slowly wiped her face clean again and breathed raggedly. All she had to do was keep calm, and if she didn’t do anything wrong, he would take care of her. He didn’t seem as bad she thought he would be. He seemed understanding, like he knew she had every right to be petrified about seeing him kill four people and then kidnap her. And he seemed determined to make her relax, which did surprise her a bit. If he really didn’t care about her, why would he try so hard to make her happy? Tickling her shocked her most of all, though. No one else knew how ticklish she was, and now he knew one of her worse tickle spots.

Hopefully he wouldn’t torture her that way…

“H-he must be telling the truth,” she murmured softly, moving her hands to play with her hair again. “H-he must really care…” Feeling this realization made her heart swell. Someone actually cares…someone actually WANTS to know her…someone actually wants to see her happy and to see her smile…

Someone actually wants to be her friend!
Destiny smiled brightly and let go of her hair, pumping her arms up and down quickly in excitement, squealing as she did so. Sure, he was a killer, but he promised he wouldn’t hurt HER. He seemed to only kill people who trespassed, and she seriously doubted anyone would anytime soon. She just hoped she wouldn’t screw it up. She was very shy around men by nature, because she didn’t really know how to act around them, so she knew she would result to a red-faced stuttering disaster whenever she talked to him. But he didn’t seem to mind that. He seemed to be patient, so perhaps she could overcome it with his help. She glanced over at the door again.

She knew he had told her to go to sleep, but she knew she couldn’t. She was still a tad frightened of him rushing in on her to make sure she was still there, and she knew she couldn’t if she tried, because she…

Destiny felt her face redden at the thought. She needed Lacey. Lacey was the name of her stuffed dog. She knew it sounded stupid, since she was an eighteen year old girl, but she couldn’t sleep without Lacey. She remembered trying once when she had to stay over her grandmother’s house for a night, and she stayed up all night long. She tried to use other things to replicate the feel of Lacey, but it was never the same. There was just something about the stuffed dog that made her feel at peace with herself. Destiny rubbed her arm slowly, feeling the bruise spread. How was she going to get Lacey back?