My Girlfriend Is A Serial Killer [G!P] [COMPLETED]

Chapter 32

"Oh, I know all about your little condition," he mused. "That's what makes this so much more fun."

"It's not little, asshole. And unlike you, I don't need sick, perverted fantasies to get it up."

The second the words left her mouth, she braced herself.

The impact came fast—a sharp sting across her left cheek. Slap or punch, she wasn't sure. The metallic taste in her mouth grew stronger.

Good. She had gotten to him. She needed to push him further.

"That all you got?" she taunted, spitting blood onto the floor.

His jaw clenched. He turned back to the table, scanning his tools, considering his options. The anticipation in his posture told her everything she needed to know.

He wanted to savor this.

That was her opening.

She had to make him lose control. If she could manipulate him into untying her, even just a little, she'd have a chance. Unlike his other victims, he couldn't violate her the way he wanted, which meant he'd have to improvise. That was her advantage. If he resorted to using his tools, he'd eventually have to loosen her restraints. And when he did—

She would kill him.

Billy finally made his choice. Becky held her breath as he turned back to her, a blade in his hand.

She thought of Freen. Of her smile. Her warmth. Her comforting embrace.

I'll get back to you, no matter what.

The knife sliced into her skin, the pain sharp and immediate. Blood pooled from the wound, dripping onto the floor. Becky gritted her teeth, suppressing a scream. Her vision blurred, the blood loss making her lightheaded. Her body begged her to surrender, to close her eyes and slip into oblivion.

No. Not yet. She had to stay awake.

Billy's twisted smile widened. He was enjoying this. He had no idea she was just as twisted as he was.

The next wound was deeper, messier. The agony ripped through her, stealing her breath. She gasped, exaggerated her struggle, making it seem as though she was growing weaker, slipping away.

It worked.

"You're no fun like this," Billy muttered, frustration lacing his voice. He reached down, undoing the bindings on her wrists. "Let's see how much fight you really have."

Idiot.

The moment her hands were free, she didn't hesitate.

Becky swung the wooden chair beside her, smashing it into his face. The impact sent both of them to the ground. Splinters scattered as she hit the floor, landing hard on her side. Pain shot through her abdomen, but she pushed through it.

She struggled to her feet, clutching her stomach as blood seeped through her fingers. Billy groaned, trying to recover. Before he could, she launched herself at him, her fist colliding with his nose. A sickening crunch filled the air.

But he wasn't going down easy.

The fight turned brutal—both exchanging blows, neither gaining the upper hand. Each hit stole more of Becky's strength. She was running out of time.

Then, in one swift motion, Billy landed a devastating punch to her stomach. The pain was excruciating. Her legs gave out, and she crumpled to her knees, gasping for air.

Billy grabbed the knife from the floor, eyes wild with fury. He charged at her, blade raised high.

This is it.

I'm sorry, Freen. I tried.

She closed her eyes, bracing for the fatal blow—

But it never came.

A sickening thud echoed through the room. Becky's eyes snapped open. Billy lay motionless on the floor, his skull cracked open. A shadow loomed over him, their face obscured by a dark hoodie. Only their eyes were visible.

Something about them felt familiar.

Becky struggled to keep conscious as the figure knelt beside her. A gloved hand brushed against her cheek. She flinched but found herself leaning into the touch.

"Why?" she croaked.

The dark eyes locked onto hers.

"Because you're mine to mess with. If you die, my fun ends."

Becky's blood ran cold.

The killer. Her copycat. They wouldn't let her die.

"The police are on their way," the figure murmured. "We'll meet again."

They stepped back, pausing.

"When you get back to your wife, ask her the same question. Why? Why did she stay despite everything? Maybe then you will see who the real villain here is.""

And then, they were gone.

The sirens grew louder as Becky succumbed to the darkness.

One word echoed in her mind.

Why?
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