Girl Psycho

Truth or dare (Hope)

"So Eddy," I bet you're surprised to see me here?" he squirms in his chair. He can't speak because I have gagged him. "Oh please, please don't exert yourself. No need. I'm planning on doing all the talking anyway."

I walked up and down his room looking at the pictures on his wall. One caught my eye. "How sweet, are these your granddaughters?"

He looks at me like a deer in the headlight.

"A nod will suffice." I say. He nods. 

I look at the picture again. "A little too young for your tastes, right?" I ask him.

His eyes widen in absolute horror as if to ask me how the hell I know that. "Oh, don't worry, I know a lot about you."

I continued to walk and look at the pictures, "Your daughters are very pretty, though." I gazed back at him. "How were their lives when they were just hitting puberty? I know you like them like that. Thirteen, fourteen. Just coming into their own, right? Not quite a girl, not quite a woman."

His eyes widened even more. They look like they could pop out of his head. "I suppose you differentiate yourself a little bit. Maybe you think you're a bit better than the others, I mean, at least they're not six-years-old, right?" 

I walked up to him and pulled up a chair, I sat straight in front of him. I glanced down at his hands. I'd tied them in such a way that even if he struggled it wouldn't make a mark. The gag too wouldn't leave any marks, a piece of material shoved into a person's mouth. Sure, forensics would eventually find fibres inside his mouth and start putting two and two together. 

"So how old did you think I was? Cute little school girl walking home through the park every afternoon in her sweet little school uniform?... thirteen maybe? I think the pigtails really helped me to look a lot younger, don't you think?"

Tears started escaping his eyes. Selfish bastard, crying for himself. He wasn't crying for the right reasons... yet. 

"So I thought we could play a little game you and I. Get to know each other a bit better. It's a game of truth and dare, except there is no dare, I'm just going to ask you some questions and you are going to answer. Nod for Yes, shake for no." 

He nods. 

"That's a good start Eddy." I got up and walked over to my bag. It was a small luggage bag, a little difficult to lug around, I grant you, but necessary. I opened it and pulled out the VCR player and started to set it up. "God these things are old. Do you know how long it took me to find one?" And then I took out the tape and held it in front of him,

"Do you know what is on this, Eddy?" I asked. 

The look of horror and shock that passed over his face was such a lovely sight.

"Good, I thought so. We're on the same page then, you and I."

He started to wiggle and I could see he was trying to break fee. He was imagining lunging at me, killing me and taking the tape. 

"You thought no one would ever find this, right?"

He nodded. 

"I thought so. The thing is, though, secrets have a way of always finding their way up to the surface."

He started trying to say something and I shushed him with my fingers to my lips. 

"It's been a long time since you've seen this, right?"

He nodded. 

"I mean now that everything a man like you could want is online, no need to be pulling out the old VCR tapes, right?"

He gave me a blank look. 

"Oh, you didn't realise that when you deleted your browsing history it can still be found?"

His eyes widened again. 

"Yup... you have some seriously fucked up tastes!" I slipped the video into the VCR and picked up the remote. 

"So this is how it's going to work now. You and I are going to take a little trip down memory lane together and watch this, and then I am going to give you two options...."

I walked all the way up to him and stroked his face with the remote control. 

"In option one, you get to live, but the world is going to see this tape. Shame, I wonder what your daughters would say, and you know what they do to men like you in prison, don't you? And you're not exactly at your physical peak anymore... and some of those guys just spend their days working out in the yard."

I tapped his cheek with the remote, gave it a tiny slap, I could see that it stung and now he was absolutely terrified. But I knew that there was no terror in the world that he would ever experience that would be anything like the little girl on the tape had experienced. 

"Option two. You die, but they will all still come to your funeral and cry for their beloved grandfather and daddy. You get to go peacefully into the night and none of your choir friends and family will even know what a sick,  evil pervert you really are. In fact, I bet there will be some very beautiful, moving eulogies at your funeral...you have my word. I won't let this out."

He closed his eyes. Scrunched them up and tears streamed down his face. He gave a tiny nod. 

"Good boy, I thought you would go for number two." I walked away from him and pressed play, "Sorry, I didn't bring any popcorn."

The tape started to play and he watched it, taking it all in, thinking that this was the last thing he would ever see. I think I even saw a small smile at some point...

What a fucking stupid idiot. Didn't he really think I would keep my word.