Mia Is Caught Part Three

Final part of this scene, again give me any opinion you've got.


His footsteps are heavy on the floor and shake Mia awake again, she feels less groggy than earlier; the dosage is wearing off. The man is putting the finishing touches to a white banner that stretches across the fireplace, which is now covered with a white satin sheet that must have cost a pretty penny or two. It almost looks as if he is going to put on a debate, with the podium in front of the sheet and the folding chairs set up in neat rows facing the whole set.
“Oh my,” he says through a smile, his white teeth gleaming in light of the room. “You’re almost awake. Better hurry up then, I don’t wanna spoil the surprise.” Mia’s world again starts to go black, but not before he begins to remove her blouse. By the time her pants are undone, she is unconscious once more.


You’re usually very meticulous and observant, but tonight you are a little off your game. Instead of checking your surroundings before heading inside, you simply ran on in and didn’t look to see the black van parked a block down the street. After cutting you off like that, it would seem pretty obvious that you would notice it again. Sadly, you were far too distracted with the hunt, which is certainly understandable; the hunt can be quite consuming. The guy tells you to help yourself to some wine while he freshens up in the bathroom, really he is just jerking off to prepare himself for the anticipation of sex. You know it wouldn’t get that far though; it’s not your style. You enjoy leading them to dream of your beautiful naked body writhing with theirs in fits of grinding and deep breathing, right before you cut their hearts out and show them the still beating organ pumping in your blood soaked hands. It’s only been watched once; you’re admittedly difficult to sneak up on in the middle of your work.
You’re sitting in the chair, waiting for him to exit the bathroom so you can commence the ritual. Sorry to spoil your plans, but there are other things afoot here. As he comes out and looks at you, I strike from the shadows. The toxins in the syringe are enough to kill a small horse, so plenty to drop a man to the floor. I hate that you come at me so violently because I am not here to hurt you as well. The needle I stuck into your throat only contains a strong sedative, which will give me enough time to set up the room like one of those cheap wedding halls. It’s not perfect, but the message is more important than its delivery.
Once you wake up, everything will be revealed to you: how everything you’ve done for the last six months has been carefully observed and noted, how your patterns and style were learned from those observations, so much that I could almost predict exactly how and where you would kill your victim, which interestingly enough, is how I found myself here. But I have been making plans on my own as well, timing and plotting to a point so that nothing could go wrong. Once you wake up, I will tell you all of this, and open my heart to you, Mia. Hopefully, after you know who I am, you will love me like I love you. Hopefully, you will accept my ring and join me in marriage. We will do wonderfully awful things together, you’ll see. Once you wake up, we can start our life together. Wake up, sleepy head.