Capítulo 30: Party Pooper

He just stared at me. "What?" he asked confused. "But if I untie you, you will run away like the others tried to do," he said worriedly. I mean, he had a point. Who wouldn't run away from the crazy serial killer that was wanting to kill them?

"Then were you planning on keeping me like this forever? What about when I need to use the washroom?" I asked, trying to talk some sense into the man.

"I figured that I would break your legs first, that way you couldn't leave me," he said like that made all the sense in the world. And now that I know that the passive earring weapon that I thought was the greatest thing since sliced bread did nothing when it came to blunt force trauma, I wasn't too willing to have him try to break my legs.

"What about when I needed to use the washroom?" I asked. Wondering how far he actually thought things through.

"You can just use the mattress. That was what the other girls did," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.