Long Time No See pt 8
Trigger warning: mentions of blood, dead bodies, kidnapping and gun violence
Jerome narrowed his eyes at you and tilted his head with a befuddled look on his face. "Beg your pardon, dolly?" You straightened your back and lifted your head high, standing your ground. "I said no, Jerome. I will not marry you. Not now. Not ever." He blinked repeatedly at you, as if he were having some type of glitch or malfunction in his brain. You just couldn't marry him. It wouldn't be right. You could never be happy with him and his sick ways. Jerome slowly stood back up and started walking towards you. "What do you mean 'no'?" He was smiling but his voice was low and gruff and his tone was chirpy, but threatening. "Are you not aware of the fact that we're able to be together now? My bitch mother is out of the way and I'm out of Arkham thanks to a guy who's gonna help me make something of myself. There's literally nothing stopping us." You were walking backwards to maintain your distance from him but he continued walking to you until your back was against the wall. You were terrified at this point but you didn't care. If he was going to kill you, then he would be the one to suffer for it, not you. If you were dead, you would be free of him and he would have to live with that. "I don't care, Jerome." Your voice trembled as you spoke. "If you want to be a murderous lunatic, then go right ahead. It's obvious that no one will be able to talk you out of it, not even me. But I am not living that kind of life with you. I can't. I'm sorry." Sudden flashes of anger went across Jerome's face as he slammed his hands on the wall, cornering you. You closed your eyes, expecting him to kill you. You almost wished he would just get on with it. But instead, he started laughing. Harder and harder. Then he grabbed your face with one hand, giving your cheeks a squeeze. "You are just the cutest, you know that, doll?" He was still chuckling a bit as he spoke. "I get it. You're still bound by the chains of morality and sanity, so of course you would react like this. But its OK. We can fix that, no problem!" You shook your head in confusion. "What are you talking about?", you asked him. Whatever the answer was, it would unquestionably be horrifying. Jerome stopped squeezing your cheeks and started caressing one of them instead. His grin was now a mix of the adorable one you were used to and the creepy one he's been using lately. "Its simple, babydoll. All we have to do is set you free." You were even more confused now. What the hell does that even mean? He continued. "When I killed my mother, I felt a rushing wave of liberation. My chains were finally broken. I was set free." He placed both hands on your face and gave you a kiss on the lips. "We just need to do the same for you, that's all." You pushed him away. "I already told you no, Jerome!" You then walked over and opened the front door, pointing out of it. "Please leave. And do not come back or I will call the cops. You're lucky that I haven't already done that."
Jerome threw his head back for a laugh and gave you a look of what appeared to be adoration and amusement. "So, you're going to be a little brat about this, huh? I see." He briskly walks over to you and grabs your arm, a playful smile on his lips. "I'll take you home and give you a little punishment. Then we'll figure out how to break your chains." You still had no idea what that was supposed to mean. And you really didn't want to find out. But it was clear that it was inevitable. You started kicking and screaming as Jerome dragged you outside to a black SUV parked out front. "Help! Someone help me, please! Mrs Lane!" You hoped Mrs Lane would hear you and at the very least call for help. But you glanced over to her house and your hope of the police coming very quickly faded. She was lying on her porch with blood on her dress and there were two men standing over her. One was a tall and mean looking bald guy and the other was short and chubby with a beard and long hair. The chubby man pulled out a gun and shot Mrs Lane much past the point where she stopped moving completely. You shrieked at the terrible sight and started fighting harder to get away. "Oh, sorry about your neighbor, by the way", said Jerome as he opened the back car door, throwing you inside. "She was being a bit nosy so I asked my friends to keep her occupied." You were still fighting Jerome even as he climbed in the car with you. You gave him a swift kick right in the face and he hunched over in pain. From the cracking noise you heard when you kicked him, his nose was most likely broken. But then he shot back up and started cackling with disturbing glee, blood pouring down his face like a fountain. It was the same laugh you heard in your wedding dream, when he was about to chop up the body of his already deceased mother. This time it was directed at you. "Nice shot there, dolly! I love how strong my lady is! Unfortunately, you're gonna have to settle down for the trip." He then grabbed a fistful of your dreads and stuck a syringe in your arm. A few seconds went by and you were struggling to keep your eyes open and your limbs became weaker and weaker. The world was becoming dark around you. Jerome loosens his grip on your dreads and starts stroking your head while gently holding you in his arms. The last words you hear before falling asleep will be burned in your head forever. "It'll be ok, doll. I'll set you free. Then we can finally be happy together. I promise." And then, darkness.
