I sat in the bathtub, clutching my phone with trembling hands.
Howard and Peter’s sches had kept housebound for a long ti. Yet, I feared that Dexter might fall prey to Juliet’s deception, leaving alone and unresolved about my murderer.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was Dexter.
I breathed a sigh of relief and answered the call in panic, but it wasn’t Dexter’s voice on the other end.
"Sophia Milford... " a strange, distorted voice ca through, courtesy of a voice changer.
My nerves instantly tightened upon hearing the ntion of "Sophia Milford".
"I heard you haven’t given up on finding out the serial killer," the voice said with sinister amusent.
I gripped my phone nervously, my body trembling uncontrollably. "Who are you? Where’s Dexter? Why do you have his phone?"
"I’m the serial killer, I’m God... " the voice lowered, then suddenly laughed. "You can call ’the Juricator’."
I stood up abruptly, my vision darkening. "Dexter... Where’s Dexter?"
"Because of you, he tried to hunt down... What a pity. Even ’God’ shows weakness when it possesses feelings." The voice’s laugh grew eerier. "He was too eager to prove himself, too eager to catch ."
"What do you want?" I asked, quivering, "Please, don’t hurt Dexter."
"Leave your house now, don’t tell anyone, or else... he dies," the voice threatened.
"I’ll do as you say, just don’t hurt Dexter." I stumbled out of the bathtub, limping quickly toward the door, ignoring the injury on my foot which had not completely healed.
"He has deduced the Death List, but unfortunately, it isn’t complete." The voice chuckled. "He’s very smart, but... love has turned him into a fool."
My fingertips turned cold. "What have you done to him?"
"Don’t you want to know how he fell into my hands?" The eerie voice continued to laugh over the phone. "It was because of you... "
My steps froze, my breathing quickening. So, this was the killer... the one I had been searching for, the one who had killed .
"Don’t stop. Keep walking, or else I’ll kill him." The person on the other end of the line could tell I had stopped.
"Leave the neighborhood; you’ll see a minivan within a mile. Get in it," the voice instructed.
"I won’t comply unless you let speak to Dexter first," I stated cautiously, holding the phone warily.
"Haha... " The voice laughed. "Speak? Do you think I would allow him to remain conscious, knowing he’s a genius who can escape as long as he breathes?"
I frowned, my fingers trembling.
"Ding!" A ssage popped up on my WhatsApp, sent from Dexter’s account.
It contained a photo of Dexter lying unconscious, an IV drip attached to his wrist...
Instantly, panic seized , my entire body trembling uncontrollably.
That lunatic had confined Dexter in a glass cabinet resembling a fish tank.
"You bastard... don’t hurt him, please... " My voice choked, my legs growing weak.
The photo reminded of the state I had been discovered by the police.
"Such a flawless human... " The voice expressed astonishnt tinged with an eerie undertone. "If preserved, he would make the most perfect exhibit."
"Please, spare him... I’ll do as you say... " I scanned my surroundings warily, aware that the person was watching nearby. Any hint of suspicion on my part — such as calling the police or anything else — would likely result in harm to Dexter.
"Just don’t hurt him... I beg of you," My voice trembled as I pleaded.
"Do you truly care for him, Sophia Milford? But you have no heart, so you care for no one. Why beg now?" The voice laughed maniacally.
From this, I could conclude that this individual knew well and understood thoroughly.
"Don’t worry, I won’t harm him like you did. He only behaves when he’s unconscious... " the voice assured, though distorted, still carrying a hint of affection and attachnt. Who could this person be... Sion? But Sion was already dead.
"Don’t play tricks!" Just as I was about to discreetly ssage Zion and Eason, the voice on the other end suddenly snapped sharply.
Startled, I froze and began heading out of the neighborhood.
"Don’t go!" Before I could reach the minivan, Joel suddenly erged and grabbed from behind, his breath ragged.
"Don’t go... He told to tell you not to go anywhere. Trust him, he’ll co back for you," Joel said nervously, sighing with relief after stopping from getting in the minivan. He took my phone and, through gritted teeth, addressed the person on the other end.
"I don’t care who you are, stop playing gas with ! If you’re really that capable, show what you’ve got, and go kill Juliet and all the people on your Death List!"
I quivered as I stared at Joel, bewildered by this fearless teenager.
Did he know he was talking to the serial killer? And Dexter was still in his hand!
The killer fell silent on the other end of the phone.
Frightened to death, I tried to snatch my phone back from Joel. "Dexter is still in his hands..."
"Stay out of this!" Joel pointed at and continued to talk on the phone, "Well? Say sothing!"
After a long silence, the killer suddenly laughed maniacally, as if truly gone mad.
"The nas on the list will all die..." The voice on the phone grew even eerier.
"Since Damien and Dexter have been guarding Juliet and Sophia so well, let’s play things a little differently, hahaha..."
At that mont, the voice on the other end of the phone didn’t sound human - more like a demon, a lunatic.
"Are you crazy? Who do you think you are?" Joel continued scolding, "Why don’t you co and g—"
I assud Joel wanted to say "Why don’t you co and get too?", but he spoke too soon.
Before he could finish his sentence, soone erged from the alley and sedated him while he wasn’t paying attention. I was sedated too before I could scream for help.
As I slipped into unconsciousness, I realized we were being dragged into the minivan.
This was bad... I knew I shouldn’t have counted on Joel. After all, he was just a high schooler. I couldn’t expect him to be mature and cautious.
Now, not only was I implicated, but Joel was dragged into this too.
To my surprise, I remained
unconscious for quite so period. Clearly, the sedatives used by the killers.
These sedatives seed more like inhalation anesthetics, capable of rendering my consciousness completely dormant.
It only took a few seconds to knock out; one mont, I was struggling, and the next, I was plunged into darkness.
I couldn’t determine how long I’d
been out. When I finally regain consciousness, I felt a throbbing headache as I groped around, trying to sit up.
But when I opened my eyes, a chill ran through my entire body.
Where was I? I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. For a mont, I feared I had gone blind.
It was pitch black, with no hint of light in sight.
What place was this?
"Joel..." My voice was hoarse, my throat dry as if it were about to split open.
How long had I been unconscious?
As I raised my hand, I felt sothing on my wrist. Tentatively, I explored it, realizing it was an IV needle.
The killer was administering a nutrient drip to ...
Suddenly, a wave of fear washed over , from toe to head.
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