A narcissist's morning mare

A few of them were already dead. Forensic report shown that they had endured long hours of torture prior to their death. It was reported that the murderer injected milk into their veins to keep them alive.

(Ok please don't misunderstand me. I didn't subconsciously come out with this gruesome torturing technique. Go read Gidden's book if you want to know more)

I would be the next one.

See, it was really OK for him to take my life. But be tortured before getting killed?
Like.. open my eyelids and squeeze liquid paper into it...
Or... stuff a dead rat's head into my mouth and cover it with a duct-tape...
Or... make me a part of the human centipede... (Google it. I insist.)
You'd better slash me to death in the first place!!!

Goodness. I was clear that I wouldn't be able to escape. I knew he wouldn't take me if I wasn't alone. Balless man. He wanted things to be clean and fuss-free. My only way to save myself was to get a companion -all the time.

One evening, I was jogging at Taman Sri Pemaisuri. I had to pass by a rather quiet place to get my car. He was a smart man, he spied me, he knew my drills. He wouldn't give up any opportunity to take me. Just when I thought that I couldn't get past the dangerous territory, I saw Kai Rong, a high schoolmate whom I had not seen for years. I pretended to chat up with her so she could walk me to my car.

Boy I was so right. There he was, leaning nonchalantly against his car which was parked beside mine. Accompanying him were two stout black men (stout and black. Guinness anyone? *lame), in typical bodyguard immaculately-ironed black suit, with black glasses, covering their crotch with their neatly folded palms. Think the Agents in Matrix. Jeez couldn't I be more creative in my dream?

Anyway, yeap, they were waiting for me. To ask Kai Rong along was really the best decision I had ever done thus far. Thank you God. *look up to sky, palms pressed against each others* If she wasn't by my side, I would have been their torturing subject. Think sashimi or minced meat.

Then a big part of my dream was forgotten.

Let's proceed to the more significant part,

the twist.







He was still going after me.
It was different though.




He was still trying to get me.
It was different though.




He...




...had fallen for me.


*silence*


=_________=



!!!what rubbish is this????

I feel utterly paiseh even by writing it out.

Super anti-climax.

Someone who hated me to bits (albeit I had no idea why), who wished to sprinkle salt on my slashed skin before mincing me in to pieces and further marinate me with balsamic vinegar, fallen in love with me - because I was adorable that way.

I guess only an ultimate narcissist like I would be able turn a horror thriller into a romantic comedy.

I guess you are not interested in how he was trying to hit on me (not too literal). His methods were pretty blah and definitely not as creative as his torturing techniques.

I woke up when he tried to wrap his arm around my shoulder - and the two black men were still standing behind him, in the same posture.

Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish!!

Abrupt ending I know - I couldn't have written much. That was how it ended.