Wrong Person – Part 4
Mark opened his eyes slowly, his vision foggy. The throbbing in his skull was almost unbearable. He was confused, not sure how he went from stalking his latest prey to being knocked on his ass by some unseen force. It had to be one of the rangers or maybe a cop. Did he screw up? Give himself away?
As his eyes began to focus, a shape took form in front of him. It took him a few minutes to realize who it was.
“It’s about time,” Kara growled. “You’ve been out for like an hour. I thought maybe I’d killed you, but your fat stomach kept moving, so you were breathing.”
“What the…” Mark mumbled.
Kara answered. “You were going to attack me, weren’t you? Yeah, you piece of garbage. Guess what? Now you’re my bitch. That’s what’s up, my friend.”
Mark tried to pull out of the rope that bound him. His stomach dropped when he realized it was his own rope that he had used on all those girls, and now here he was, tied up with it. The knot was impressive.
“Holy hell, lady,” he remarked. “Were you in the Navy or something? This knot is impossible.”
Kara sprung up and shoved her face close to his, her knife poised right under his chin. “Of course, my knot is impossible! Why would I tie you up with a crappy knot? That would be stupid, right? Yeah, I’m not stupid, jackass!”
Mark felt the tip of her knife pinch the saggy skin under his jawline. This girl was insane. He needed to get free. Overpower her. He’d just kill this one. Not worth the fight getting her to cooperate. It would drive him crazy not to do his routine, but this girl was trouble he didn’t need.
“Look, lady,” he began slowly as he tried to work the knot again. “Let me go. I’ll let you go. We’ll pretend we never crossed paths, and that will be that.”
Kara laughed dramatically, her cackling echoing off the mountains around them.
“Yeah, right. You’re just going to let me go. You’re that psycho killing girls in these mountains, aren’t you? You stalk them. Rape them. And then you kill them, dumping them somewhere so they aren’t found. You’re so arrogant you started following me in broad daylight. I was next, right? I fit your type. Every twit you murdered looked just like me. Well, guess what, you’ve met your match. Not only am I not going to be your next victim, but I’m going to beat you at your own game. Call it standing up for my homegirls. But more importantly, I just got dumped, and I’m pissed.”
Mark was speechless. What the hell was happening?
Kara practiced her strikes with her wooden sword, using a tree as her target. Her movements were graceful yet powerful. Mark saw chunks of wood splintering and spraying as she swung. She worked up a sweat as she wielded the weapon, and despite her crazy, Mark was slightly turned on. It was odd for him because he liked them weak. She was far from weak, but there was something about her that was riling him up.
When her arms were starting to fatigue, Kara sat down on a fallen log and sucked down water. She rummaged in her bag for a snack. She wasn’t done, not with her workout, not with her venting, and not with Mark. She needed energy. At the bottom, she found her stash of protein bars. She considered offering her prisoner something to eat, but she instead decided to torture him a little.
“My name is Mark,” he said as he watched her eat. His stomach growled. Even though he didn’t care for protein bars, he realized he was late for his midday snack. Mark kept to a very consistent eating schedule. He told people he was hypoglycemic, but it wasn’t the case. He just hated feeling hungry.
“I didn’t ask your name,” Kara spat.
“I figured I’d offer it since we’re probably going to be here a while, no?” He laughed. Kara glared at him. “What’s your name?”
Kara continued to look at him, her eyes getting smaller as she squinted.
“My name,” she said slowly, “is none of your business. You can call me master, though. I think that’s a good plan, don’t you?”
Mark grinned maniacally. “I’m not calling you master, my dear.”
“Call me ‘my dear’ one more time and I slice off your left nut.”
“Whoa!” Mark exclaimed. “You’ve got some anger. I like it.”
Kara threw her protein bar wrapper back inside her bag and got to her feet. She stalked toward Mark, squatted down close to his face, and sniffed. Mark, puzzled, watched her as she continued to smell him.
“Mmmmm,” she said in a low rumbling tone. “You smell like an impotent coward.”
Mark’s mouth gaped open. He wasn’t expecting that.
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