52

HAYLEY’S P.O.V

I stared at the camera with the flashing red light and the knife in his hands.

“This has to be some kind of joke, right?” I asked. “You’re insane, maybe even a little crazy, but you’re not stupid. You wouldn’t risk hurting me and documenting it because you know as well as I do that you’d be a dead man or you’d get to spend the rest of your life in prison.”

“I covered all my tracks.”

I snorted. “I sincerely doubt that because if you’re here contemplating actually killing me then you weren’t smart enough to do that.”

His face burned red. I knew it was a stupid idea to antagonize the guy with the knife but it was the only idea I had. If he got pissed then he was more likely to make a mistake. Granted, he was more likely to kill me as well but I was hoping for the former. He pushed off his seat and I watched as it clattered to the ground. His hand wrapped in my hair and tugged back so hard that moisture gathered at the back of my eyes.

“Listen here you little bitch,” he spa