warning for mild violence

kiss the moon hello

Slowly opening her eyes, Lilly moans beneath the gag. Frowning, she blinks a few times before settling her gaze on the stranger before her. “I’m not going to kill you, so don’t scream,” Brian offers, though his voice is anything but calm. His tone is tight, overly-controlled… about to break at the seams. Lilly scans the room, feeling a burning pain on one of her palms and another stinging sensation on the back of one of her legs. “This wasn’t how I planned it,” Brian began thoughtfully as he leans back against a chair. “It was supposed to be a simple in and out procedure.” Lilly swallows hard, her eyes frantically searching the room. “Can you at least fuckin’ look at me?” Brian asks impatiently. He knew she must be scared, but he was at his wits end already. She quickly looks at him, her eyes wide. “Stop, your husband is fine.” He states within an exasperated sigh. Thomas had passed out as soon as Brian had requested blood. Of course, that was fine with Brian. If anything, it made his job easier. He had quickly tied Thomas up and started to cut him in various non-fatal areas of the body before rolling the unconscious and tied up man on the floor so that the blood splattered in a gruesome design on the carpet. As soon as Brian was satisfied with the mess, he plopped the man into the bedroom’s closet for safe-keeping. Lilly’s eyes begin to water. “Shit, now don’t start crying,” Brian moans. He wasn’t up for this. Who could deal with shit like this? “I already told you that I wasn’t going to kill you. Fuck!” Standing up, he rubs his face in his hands. He was exhausted. Sighing, he turns his attention back to Lilly. “Look, Jerry wanted me to kill you and your husband.” She gasps beneath the gag as more tears spill. Immediately she tries to speak, her voice muffled. “I don’t care, Lilly,” Brian announces, holding up his hand to stop her from trying to explain. “I already told Thomas that I was going to let you guys live.” She stops quickly. Her body stills as she gives him her full attention. He smirks. “But you have to do something for me.” The panic returns in her eyes as she cringes away from him. He rolls his eyes, “Shit, not that.” He looks away, trying to erase the unwelcome visual that had entered his mind. Shaking his head, he turns back to her, “I need Jerry to think I killed you.” She frowns, her eyes starting to shift around the room again. Exhaling slowly, Brian begins to explain his plan, “I just need to put your blood around this room.” Yes, that sounds simple enough, right? She stares at him as if he has two heads. Taking out his knife, he avoids looking at her, “Look, it’s the only way. You’re not going to die, and if I leave you with any scars, I’m sorry… but hey, it’s better than being dead right?” He looks up with a half smile and wonders if he’ll ever be the same again after this ordeal. Lilly’s face pales. “Fuck, you’re not going to faint too, are you?” Shaking his head, he stands up, “Just try not to scream, okay? I have a fuckin’ headache.” She kicks her tied feet against the carpet, shifting the chair back. Grabbing the back of the chair, Brian scolds, “Fuck, stop making this so fuckin’ difficult!” He stands back, frowning as he thinks up a strategy. Under his scrutiny, Lilly begins to cry and mumbles under the gag once again. Brian sighs, “Look, when I leave, the cops will come. You’ll tell them that Jerry hired someone to kill the two of you. You and Thomas obviously survived. You never saw the hitman--- aka: ME.-- got that?” He pauses, waiting her a response. She nods quickly. “Right. The cops will contact the feds or whatever the fuck, and you and your hubby will go into the witness protection program.” She stares at him, her expression in shock. “What?” Brian asks, “You rather I kill you?” More tears fall. “You and your husband will still be together, you’ll still get to have this family you’re making… what the fuck is the big deal? So what if everyone will think that you and Thomas are dead? There are worse things in the world than that.” Shaking his head, he walks over to her again, pressing the blade against her forearm. She hisses, instinctively pushing herself backwards in the chair. Brian grabs it. “Okay,” he says with a half smile, “Maybe we don’t need this chair.” Untying her waist from the wooden seat, he pulls her up and pushes her onto the bed. “Now, let’s try this again.” Shit, he thought to himself, I’ve lost my fuckin’ mind.