"Shut up or I'll cut your throat" I snap at her.
She nods but the crying sobs, which are audible through the duct tape that keeps her mouth shut, makes me believe she's not going to stop making noise. Maybe I'll fulfill my promise. If I knew that she would be so loud, I would have never taken her. Her beauty caught me from the first time I saw her, I'm starting to remember.
I'm taking a little vacation, here in my house in Cape Town, so I decided to go to the beach to catch some sun. Once there, I unfolded my folding chair, put my tanning mirror in my stomach, a little inclined so it could meet my face, and started to enjoy the evening. It wasn't until about half an hour later that she came running in front of me, that's when she caught my eye. I had to remove my sun glasses to see her better; her perfect skin, that dark blond hair and those eyes, oh, those eyes sealed the deal. I wanted her.
She unfolded a towel in the sand a few meters away from me, and it looked like she was alone, a perfect catch. After inspecting the cotton rectangle lying under the hot sun, she began to walk towards me. Has she noticed I was staring? No, I don't think so. But what if she did?
"Hi, I'm Kate, would you mind giving me some sunscreen? I forgot mine" She said, taking away my doubts.
"Of course, here it is" I handed it to her.
She rubbed the cream across her body and then returned it to me saying "Thank you". I wondered why she had come to me, when there were plenty people in the beach. Was she attracted to me? Nah, of course not, she wasn't attracted to an old guy like me. Hoary hair and eye circles don't make that effect on young ladies. If I wanted her, I had to take her.
After the afternoon went by and she started to grab her crap, I decided to follow her, I couldn't miss and opportunity like this one. I let Kate get ahead, so I wouldn't be obvious and my plan ruined. She guided me, without knowing, to a hotel room, really near the beach we were in. I of course couldn't just enter after her, so I stole a master key from one of the cleaning service carts and hide in one of the bathroom cabinets, waiting for the night to come. It was a really long wait, but after I was sure there was no one out there, I made my way into her room.
I took a rag bathed in chloroform I always carry, you know, just in case, out of my pocket and put it above her sleepy face until she made the sound of someone giving up to the magic liquid.
The rest was easy cake, I just had to drag her to my van, the one I followed her in, and take her to my basement, where she is now.
That happened just about 2 hours ago, and she already looks ugly. Her hair seems dirty in this room, that perfect skin is now bruised by the restraints I had to put on her to keep her tied to the bed and those eyes are now full of fear, that's disgusting. Also, her makeup is now ruined because of her tears, she's not that pretty without it, she tricked me and that makes me mad. I'll finish this soon, so I don't have to look at her anymore.
But not now, I'm tired, I'll do it in the morning, so I can be rested and ready. I close the door from the basement and I can hear her try of a scream, but she can't scream, that duct tape won't let her.
Time to sleep, I can't be messy to get what I want to get: her heart. Just like my grandma used to tell me the Mayans did to the virgins. I wonder if she's a virgin. I have to make sure, so I open the door again.
"Are you a virgin?" I ask.
She doesn't reply, and seems very confused.
"Answer me!" I shout at her.
Her head makes a nod, and her eyes spill a tear across her cheek, I close the door one more time. Good, my plan stills perfect. Tomorrow she'll have a heart extraction, but not for some inexistent god, no, this would go right to my private collection, my Collection of Hearts.