Please read from the beginning if you haven't already.

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YOUR POV:

You huddled in the darkness with the cuffs scratching your arms. For some reason, you were scared to be alone. It may sound stupid, but being alone in your kidnapper's house in an unknown location is freaky. What if he never comes back? What if death was your punishment for being so disobedient? You sighed and tried to find happiness in falling asleep.

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KILLUA'S POV

I stare Connor down. "Okay, time to begin the questions. Remember your life is at stake so answer correctly."

He gulps. "Of course."

"How long have you been dating Y/N?"

"Around a month and a half."

"Hmmm . . . Do you know of any previous boyfriends?"

"No. She never mentioned anyone that I know of."

"Who are her parents? Describe them."

"I met them twice for dinner, and they seemed to like me with my charm and all. But they're barely here, always traveling overseas for work. In fact, they just left about four weeks ago and are returning in a couple of days, I believe."

My stomach dropped. "When exactly are they coming back?" I growled.

"Probably in two or three days."

"The specific day!" I screamed in anger.

"U-uh . . . in two days."

Liar. I slammed by fist against his stomach. He spits up some blood, coughing.

"Don't lie to me."

"Fine! I don't know, alright! I really don't know the exact date they're coming back! I don't focus on that stuff!" I sigh and grit my teeth.

"Next question then. Who are Y/N's main friends?" Connor pauses for a moment.

"Well, she doesn't really socialize that often. She has a lot of acquaintances, but nobody really close to her enough to be mentioned besides her parents."

He was telling the truth. I can sense his fear, the beating of his heart and how terrified he was. I wanted to see blood. But not yet.

"Interesting. Is there anyone who is mean to her, bothers her, or targets her in any way in and out of school?"

Connor avoids my gaze. "No."

I got mad. This kid just didn't learn his lesson from the first time, did he? I smacked his head, and it snapped backwards. Red streamed down his face.

"Tell me the truth you bastard," I spit venomously.

He gargles on some blood. "There are a group of people who used to target her. It's made up of two girls and two boys."

"Why didn't you do anything?!"

"It was quite a while ago before we got together. Anyway, I nobody stood up for her because they were popular and could ruin our lives in a second."

"You little-"

He quickly starts squirming when he sees my expression. "H-hey! C-calm down! It was suicidal to go against that group! No one sane would've done anything!"

I bit my lip and contained my anger. "What's their names?"

He looks down. "Sorry, I don't remember." I really wanted to hit him again, but he would knock out this time.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"They were my friends."

He disgusts me more and more. "What did they do to her? I will repeat again, if you do not answer all of my questions I will kill you." That got him talking.

"They bullied and pushed her around. You know . . . laughed at her, called her stupid and ugly, made rumors about her sleeping with people even though she's a virgin."

I saw red in front of me. "Why?" My voice cracked.

He shrugs. "No one questions them, but I think it's because they were secretly jealous. What drove their anger was that it was just a quiet, nice, and total loser. The girls hated her because Y/N was just too kind, I guess. And she never worshipped them or looked up to them like everyone else. The boys disliked her because they wanted to hook up, but she refused. They are never rejected, so yeah."

I found it hard to breathe. "You said you were friends with them? You must know their addresses."

His eyes widen. "What are you going to do?"

I grin wickedly. "Kill them."

"N-no! I can't do that!"

"I'm going to snap your leg off in three second if you don't tell me."

"Eh?!"

"One . . ."

"W-wait! This is murder! Please, you can't do this!"

"Two . . ."

"They really aren't that bad! They just let envy get the best of them! Listen to me!"

"Three . . ."

When Connor sees me reaching for his leg, he wails in defeat. He quickly lists all their addresses in a panic.

I smirk. "Anything else I need to know about Y/N?"

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CONNOR'S POV:

I was so scared. I was too young to die. I didn't want to die. I learned not to lie to him after what happened.

I didn't know this would happen! I just wanted to use Y/N, and now I'm paying for it with death. No, I had to survive! So I decided to just tell the truth with no other choice.

"She's fragile. She may seem strong at some times, but she can really break quickly. To be honest . . . she's weak." I tried to give possible stuff about her that he would lose interest in, trying to figure out the characteristics in why he was so obsessed.

The psycho rolls his eyes. "I don't care about that. She can be as weak as a feather, and I would care for her exactly the same. I think you're done now with everything?"

I was relieved. "Yeah."

"Time for the real fun to begin." He began cackling.

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KILLUA'S POV:

His expression was hilarious. I want to see more that. A mixture of fear and anger.

"B-but y-you s-said that I c-can g-go if I t-tell you e-everything . . ."

I laugh. "You actually think I was going to let you go?"

"B-but . . ."

"Now! Time for excitement!" Before he could respond, I kicked him in the gut.

"S-stop!"

"You should've helped Y/N! Oh well. You were afraid that the so-called popular people were going to ruin your life? Guess what? You're going to have the same fate in the end."

I was far behind sanity now. Even if I wanted to stop, I couldn't. All of my anger, my fury for Y/N's pain, hate for Connor, everything was too much . . . and I took it all out on him.

He screamed in pain. That only egged me on, and I scratched his arms, leaving a bloody trail. I could easily kill him in a snap, but I wanted him to feel everything. Weakness. Agony.

Blood was everywhere. It was splattered on the ground, on Connor's clothes and mine, and I made sure to do it slowly for him to suffer. But I couldn't help it. I was furious. Red filled my vision. I needed more red. More until it consumes the room. More until I can see nothing else.

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