Bria POV :

When I opened my eyes again I was relieved to see that I could move but, my relief quickly turned to shock and then anger when I realised I was trapped inside a glass enclosure. It was like a box but, made out of thick clear glass. Panic set in as I began to hyperventilate.

From mi younger mi always have this fear a enclosed spaces, anywhere weh small or mek mi feel trap wid no opening, mek mi start panic and it start get hard fi mi breathe . Mi try fi thump eh glass and kick it but, it neva do nuhun. Of course , him wouldn't put mi inna sumuh weh mi cah bruck out a easily. Fi mek matters worse , wah cuff did deh round mi two ankle dem and it connected to chains .

Mi feel like wah damn slave . Wah kind a twisted sicked man dah man yah be? Wah him want from mi ? Why out a everybody weh him coulda choose fi be obsessed wid and fuck up dem life him choose me? Mi mind guh back to Mickayla, mi parents and mi sista . By now smaddy woulda discover Romero body and eh police dem must get involved and Mickayla must already tell them seh mi did deh wid him last night.

Mi cah only imagine how everybody a panic and a wonda which part mi deh but, mi hope mi parents dem remind eh police bout eh stalking and eh whole situation wid Chris , that way dem woulda know weh fi start and at least realise seh whatever happen , eh connected back to all a that . Mi know mi shoulda listen to eh likkle warning voice inna mi head weh did a tell mi seh mi shouldn't guh deh wid Romero, now him dead because a me and eh Satan weh obsessed wid mi.

I tried to control my breathing so as to stop my body from shaking. I sat back down inside the enclosure and leaned against the glass . I was still inside his macabre room of nightmares but, instead of being strapped down on the surgical table where I was the first time I woke up, I was instead inside this glass enclosure and he was nowhere to be seen. Aside from trying to control my panic, I also felt dirty, weak and hungry.

I was still wearing the PJs from last night that I had on at Romero's house.

It had dried blood all over the shirt and some on the shorts and and I felt sick at the sight. This was his blood on me and as I observed the splodges of blood , I remembered the horrified frozen expression in his eyes, dead frozen eyes that would never blink or move again. Romero had a family, he was someone's son, cousin, brother and he didn't deserve the brutal and unmerciful death he had endured.

Pressing my face against the glass , I looked around the room, studying it in more detail. How many people had he killed? How many times had he used those weapons to inflict unimaginable torture and pain ?

My eyes drifted to the wall of jars displaying his collection of human body parts and I swallowed hard , remembering how he had asked me which part of me did I think would have looked good on display. He enjoyed this, that was clear in his collection and the fact that he had an entire room dedicated to inflicting pain and torturing people. How long did he planned on keeping me down here? What was his plan for after he was done with me ?

I heard his footsteps first and then he appeared, coming down the stairs that led down into the room.  I couldn't see the top of the stairs because the wall around the corner made it hard and there was no light around that side. He had changed out of the black suit he had on the last time I saw him and was now in a jeans and a blue shirt. His arms was covered in tattoos and his muscles was now on full view , even the shirt he wore did little to hide his tone chest and stomach.

"How yuh feel?", he asked as he walked over to the counter where he had took up the syringe from previously. I didn't answer but, I watched him carefully.

" sumuh wrong wid yuh mouth Bria?" , he asked again . This time he turned from the counter , instead leaning back against it crossing his legs and his arms across his chest as he fixed his eyes on me.

" mi nuh ansa to Satan", I responded and then continued,

" how long yuh plan fi keep mi in here suh?"

He didn’t reply, merely walked over to another corner of the room where some switches was on the wall and turned one on. At first I was confused because the lights was already on but, then I felt it. Water filling the glass enclosure I was in and my panic of already being trapped inside a claustrophobic space combine with it now filling with water sent me into a frenzy.

My breath came hard and fast as I  slammed my fists against the glass, kicking it and screaming  but, it was

no use. The enclosure was airtight, soundproof. A perfect cage. My eyes darted to Caius, who stood on the other side, arms crossed, an amused expression on his face and I stopped screaming, realising he was enjoying this . Enjoying my panic and fear.

The water had already risen past my ankles and I felt the tears hot and ready to fall.

"Yuh fucking mad !" I spat, chest heaving.

He tilted his head slightly, blue eyes gleaming under the red-tinted lights.

"I prefer the term methodical." His voice was calm, almost amused, like this was nothing more than a science experiment he was conducting.

I forced herself to take slow, steady breaths, refusing to give him what he wanted. Fear. Panic. Fuck that, I wasn't going to die in here.

I crossed my arms, despite the freezing water now licking at my calves.

" if  this supposed to mek mi fraid , beg yuh fi stop , might as well yuh speed up eh process Satan. Mi nah guh feed yuh twisted, sick, mentally deranged mind, suh full it up and mek it fast to", I said despite how hard my heart was beating and the way my body was trembling.

His smirk twitched and he walked back over to the wall of switches and clicked another one and the water pressure filling the enclosure increased .

I clenched my jaw, ignoring the way my pulse hammered as the water crept past my knees.

Minutes passed.

The water climbed higher.

I pressed my lips together as it reached my waist, the icy chill sinking into my bones. I was terrified and on the verge of crying but, I couldn't show him that.  It was clear that that was his main goal . He wanted to break me , feed off my fear and pain and I wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

The heavy chains attached to my ankles clinked under the water, restricting my movement.Still, I kept my chin high. Kept my breathing steady. Kept my gaze locked on his.A test. That’s all this was. A sick, twisted test.

"Yuh have nuh other request yuh wah give ? " he mused, taking a step closer to the glass. His knuckles rapped against it, slow, deliberate.

" how good of a swimmer are you Bria? How long yuh think yuh aguh last once the water cova yuh head ? "

" how long yah guh try fi hurt mi ? This mek yuh feel good don't it? Just imagine how sad yuh life be fi yuh obsessed wid me and mi deveen know yuh . All eh same, mi rather drown in yah suh than fi continue look pon yuh face fi much longer" , I replied bitterly.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

" I realised you think rather highly of yourself Bria , don't get it twisted . How much smaddy inna yuh life eva choose yuh? Remember seh yuh owna mada neva want eh product a rape", he said coldly and that hit me , as hard as the freezing cold from the water and I blinked , trying and failing to stop the tears from falling.

The water was at my ribs now. Cold. Suffocating.Still, I held his gaze.

"And wah, yuh think yah some damn saviour? Mi supposed to seh thanks fi eh fucking hell yuh tun mi life inna?! Yuh kill mi closest fren cousin, mek she hate mi , tek mi personal things and almost mek mi get fucking rape! . Mi nuh know why yuh nah get it inna yuh head seh mi hate yuh! Yuh sick, mad ! and mi hope mi drown in here suh becaue mi rather dead than play whatever twisted game yuh have plan ".

Something flickered in his  gaze.

A crack. A moment of something unreadable before his face smoothed over.

The water was at my chest now. I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling my muscles tense and closed my eyes . Don’t panic. Don’t panic.

But then ,click.

A soft, metallic sound.

My breath caught as I opened my eyes seeing that he had walked back over to the wall of switches and switched them off .The water level stopped rising and

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, it began to lower.

He stepped closer to the glass, his face inches from mine , separated only by the cold barrier between us.

" doh fi one second think mi stop because a wah yuh seh . Yuh seh mi fuck up yuh life but, yuh neva did a live none before mi enter it", His voice was lower now, dangerous.

" talk to mi like that again and mi guarantee yuh seh yuh throat nah guh have nuh use fi a week Bria".

I leaned forward, my breath fogging up the glass slightly.

" do yuh absolute worse Satan".

He  stared at me for a long moment, then exhaled sharply, a half-smirk tugging at his lips. He tapped two fingers against the glass before turning and walking away,  heading back to the stairs.

I stood  inside the enclosure , drenched, shivering, my body thrumming with adrenaline. I wasn't  going to allow him the pleasure of breaking me ,not yet.

But as I watched him walk away, I realized something chilling.

Neither would he.