Conversation with a Psychopath

Sitting in the commander's passenger seat, I looked outside of the window where rain was intensely pouring, thumping on the glass, lost in my thoughts.

Should I just open the door and throw myself out?... No... I would never make it. Is it late to back out and just become the country's enemy? I have a bad feeling about this, like every muscle in my body is telling me to run away from this situation. fuck this shit! I should have listened to my father to just become an architect where bloodthirsty killers are nowhere to be found.

I was too busy with my inner conflict that I didn't take note of the car pulling into a stop adjacent to the capital's primary detainment prison. Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, I have never even gone to a police station, so entering prison seemed exceptionally overwhelming and I felt my legs become jelly, refusing to move an inch. The building was huge and gray, dogs were barking loudly, guards were everywhere patrolling and I could even hear some people shouting and screaming from behind the walls.

"Doctor, we're here. Please step out of the car." Ordered the commander, looking at me impatiently. I refused to obey and stayed fidgeting in my place which made him step out of the car, turned around it as he came to my side, and opened the door."Doctor, please don't make it more difficult than it should be. We already agreed on this."

"You mean I agreed after you blackmailed me" I corrected him "and you know what? I realized I was too much of a coward. So no thank you. There is no way I'm going to step inside this hell... you will have to drag me."

He looked at me for a long minute, standing under the rain clenching his jaw, waiting for me to change my mind and move my ass, but I stayed in place looking stubbornly forward. A sign that I won't retreat from my words."As you wish doctor." he declared and I sighed in relief, happy to go back to my normal life.

While I was enjoying my brief victory, he reached for my seatbelt, unfastened it quickly, yanked my arm, and dragged me out. I looked at him with wide eyes and my mouth agape, throwing him a surprised look."Hey! stop this!! You can't do that!" I cried and he ignored me like I didn't even exist while dragging me to the front huge door.

Once inside, we were searched for any weapons or sharp tools, then I was stripped from my phone, wallet, and recorder. The commander peered toward it watchfully and looked at me; he was furious, that's for sure. I gave him a fake grin and a shrug, he muttered something under his breath that sounded like we will talk about this later and moved forward.

After all the procedures were taken care of, we walked to a block with a sign written on it "highly dangerous individuals". I stopped in my tracks, reading it over and over again until the commander walked inside asking me to follow him. Thinking about turning around and running away, I took a deep breath and stepped in walking closely behind him.

Everything was calm in there. Too calm if you ask me. It gave me the creeps. All I could hear was the sound of chains rattling and a few suppressed voices and screams. We strolled down the corridor passing many cells that I didn't dare turn to look at, anxious I would see something that will give me nightmares, and those few seconds until we reached the cell in question felt like hours to me.

Stopping in front of an automatic bar door, the commander ordered the guard to open it with a simple nod and he proceeded to lift a switch on a panel beside him on the wall among many others numbered by order, each one opening a different cell. The bar door opened to reveal a second metallic door that the other cells didn't have which the guard opened using a set of keys. There, inside the dimly lighted room, I saw a scene that will forever haunt my soul.

A few meters in front of me was a large cell much bigger than the other ones. A woman was standing with her arm chained crossed on her chest wearing a straitjacket, her legs were also chained to the wall. She held her head down and had a metallic muzzle on her mouth like she was some kind of beast. I frowned in disgust, hating what I was witnessing. It was too much, even for a dangerous killer like her.

When the door was fully opened and the light hit her face, she lifted it up looking directly at me. My breath didn't escape my lungs. Her features were mesmerizing indeed, even with half of her face covered, she was much younger than I anticipated with her dark long hair, white-pearl skin, and her eyes... particularly her eyes were astonishing, she was heterochromatic: she had one brown nectar eye and one green-blue which was gazing into mine. The only ugly thing about her was her smile which I could see even through the muzzle on her mouth. She had that sick sadistic kind of smile and she was flashing it at me, obviously amused by my presence.

I felt the commander's hand on my back pushing me lightly to enter the cell. Hesitantly, I took a few little steps inside while her eyes never left me, trailing my every move, still with the scary smile on her face. I kept walking inside until I was told to sit on a chair opposite her. "Alright doctor, do what you have to do. We will be waiting outside to give you some space."

I turned so fast my neck should have snapped "Wait! What do you mean by this? Are you going to leave me alone with her?"

"Don't worry doctor, nothing will happen and even if it does, we will be nearby prepared to save you. Just do your job and we will do ours, okay?" he stated, not waiting for my answer, walking away and closing the door, leaving me behind.

As soon as the door was shut, I heard evil giggles coming from the woman in front of me and I turned to face her. She was looking at me, clearly making fun of me. I looked at her face, then at the floor when I couldn't keep eye contact.

Shit...shit...shit...shit...I just want to be done with this shit. I am even willing to listen to Julia's whining all day.

"What is it doc? Are you afraid of me?" She asked, breaking the silence, always with that creepy smile on her face.

I lifted my head to look at her with wide eyes, blinking a few times. I never expected her to talk to me first and noticing that she has a deep and calm feminine voice actually made her even scarier."N-no...I'm not.."

"You sure about that? Because you look like you're going to have a breakdown." she spat laughing at me.

"Yes I'm sure" I answered, ignoring her comment and turning on my work mode, "My name is doctor Alexander O'brian. I am a specialist in human mental disorders and I came here today to speak with you. May I know your name?"

She scanned me from head to toe then slowly looked back into my eyes "Is that their plan?" she asked sarcastically "Don't make me laugh! Do they really think that therapy is going to make me speak?! They are delusional. I think you are cute doc, but that won't be enough to make me spill the tea."

I tried my best to keep my cool and asked my question again taking out my notepad and pen "Can you give me your name please?"

She looked at me displeased, maybe because her teasing didn't work and she was used to being in control, but she quickly smiled again and answered."You want to know what my name is? Awww that's so sweet. You can call me daddy because when I free myself I'm gonna fuck you all like bitches."

"Listen..." I began with a deep sigh "You better give them what they want to get them off your back because they are annoyingly clingy"

"Ohhh...it looks like you really like the commander! He's charming, isn't he?" She mocked, laughing out loud.

"Yes, very charming. He literally dragged me here."

"Really? Then you are not here to serve your country and play the hero while earning some extra cash?"

"Not really. Believe it or not, I'm here because firstly, that asshole blackmailed me into coming here and secondly I am not that excited to go home and hear my fiancée complain about her broken nail." I could see her siren eyes widen for a second, probably taken aback by my honest answer. That made me believe that she was lonely most of the time and didn't have a friendly conversation for a while. I decided to try this approach when suddenly she broke into a hysterical laugh.

"You're something else doc, I may even consider keeping you alive when I get out of here"

"Wow... thanks!" I answered half smiling, not adding anything else.

"Call me Ezra," she said out of the blue after a few minutes of silence.

Ezra?....that's a rare name. But for some reason it suited her.

Seeing my confusion she continued talking."Ezra like in Ezrael, the angel of death in the bible. I am not really a religious person but once an old man I was beheading called me this, so I kept the name cuz I liked it"

I was startled when she blurted that out so casually like she was talking about the weather, and felt goosebumps running down my back. Right...Beheaded.I forgot I was talking to a psycho for a second. Now I understand why the name suited her perfectly.

Clearing my throat, I continued talking like what she said didn't affect me "Alright Ezra...Would you answer some of my questions?"

"It depends. Do you want to know what my zodiac sign is or my body count?" She teased.

"Not precisely. But I wouldn't mind if you want to tell me" she dropped her smile and exhaled, speaking in an exhausted voice.

"Listen doc...I am touched that you want to befriend me to squeeze the answers out of me but do you seriously think this is going to work on me?" she questioned, throwing at me a mocking grin "Let me give you a piece of advice: your best shot is to try and hypnotize me cuz I'm a stubborn bitch ha ha ha. Do you have this stupid pocket watch that you'll force me to look at?"

Ouch...she saw right through me. Not that it was that hard to tell, but she is quick-witted.I have to be more careful. Urghh what am I doing? She is impossible to have a discussion with. Nothing is working with her so far, she always finds a way to avoid the questions. I am stupid for even trying this way. Psychopaths are the most difficult people to read. They are masters at manipulation and faking emotions, and that fucker of a commander wants me to find her weaknesses! He obviously doesn't know that one special trait all people like her have in common is their overconfidence, they all think of themselves as invincible Gods, and nothing will break her.

But still, I will keep asking my questions and see how she reacts.

"Why did you kill these people?" I inquired, referring to the 16 men she killed yesterday.

"Because I felt like it." she snarled, losing interest in the conversation.

Irritated, I asked my second question" How are you feeling right now?"

"Bored," she complained while yawning to show me how much she meant it.

Bored...really? If I was in your place I would be anything but bored. But again, feeling empty and bored is also a common trait of anti-social behavior. I closed my notepad and placed my head in my hands thinking about what I should do. Obviously, I was getting nowhere.

"Are you going to cry?" she asked with her teasing voice back, replacing her bored one.

And she changes moods very fast. One more psycho trait to add to the list. Actually, the only thing I learned today is that she does have sociopathy and some level of psychopathy for sure. Which I already knew before even meeting her.

"No, I won't" I grumbled, rubbing my temples.

"Come on doc. I don't like to see you like this, it breaks my heart," she choked a laugh and added, "tell you what, if you convince them to give me some water I may answer some of your questions. How about that?"

I lifted my head from my hands and looked into her beautiful eyes trying to read her intentions. It can't be that easy. Is she trying to trick me? Anyway, it's just water and I can't believe they are not giving her any, that's too cruel even for someone like her.

"Very well. I will try to speak to them." I announced, getting up from my chair.

"Thanks, doc, you're too kind..." I nodded and turned my back, taking a step forward when I heard the rest of her sentence " ...and naive." she said it in such a dark low voice that my body froze in place. Right after, I heard the noise of fabric being torn apart and I knew without looking that she had just gotten rid of her straitjacket somehow, followed by the metallic noise of the chain that she worked fast on getting rid of.

I turned around slowly and saw her squatting, trying to open her leg locks with her now free hands and her muzzle off. She was holding a small piece of metal she must have been hiding somewhere on her body since the beginning. She lifted her head up, her sick smile now on full display without the muzzle hiding it. That was by far the scariest moment of my life. I wanted to scream for help and run to the door but my brain didn't comply. I kept staring at her.

A few seconds later, her legs were free and she took a step forward opening now her free mouth to speak "Seriously doc, let me give you some life-saving advice, never ever turn your back on a person labeled as a highly dangerous individual" she emphasized on 'ever' followed by a laugh. That made me snap out of it and run to the door, knocking on it hard and screaming for the commander to get me the hell out of there.

I heard movements from the other side of the door and the sound of the many locks being unlocked fast but before the door could fully open, I felt an unbearable pain striking my head from behind. All strength left my legs and I found myself hitting the floor hard, I couldn't move, my vision was starting to blur and the only thing I was able to see clearly was this woman towering above me, holding the muzzle she used to hit me, saying a few words my ears could barely catch.

"Be a good boy doc and lay down for a while. I will come back for you later" she winked at me before kicking the door hard enough to dislocate it, dashing outside like a hurricane.

I laid there on the cold floor, admiring the ceiling for a few minutes. All I could hear was screaming, hitting, gun shooting, glass shattering, and more screaming. My stupid survival instinct told me to urge myself up and attempt to get out of there before she comes back to me like she promised she would.

I attempted my best to thrust myself up and then dragged my feet to stand on their own. I scarcely had any balance but I managed to walk outside of the cell to the corridor, where bodies and blood were all over, sprinkled on the gray walls and the floor, hell! even on the ceiling! And there were cheering voices and snarls coming from the detainees within the other cells. I looked around looking for my assaulter and regretted quickly my choice to walk out.

There she was, at the end of the hallway, out of breath and covered in blood which I was sure wasn't entirely hers, standing on what remained of some guard's body, holding in one of her hands a fucking ax that she must have got from the broken glass box on the wall usually used for emergencies.

Unable to keep my eyes on her, I looked elsewhere, searching for a way out mumbling to myself. "Who's the dumbass who thought putting a sharp tool on full display in a place packed with psychos was a good idea?"

I was too lost looking at the chaos around me hoping for my freedom that I didn't notice that she had turned around and now had her eyes on me. I locked my eyes with hers and she smiled at me again but now with a face colder than ice stained with blood.

She's a monster. No way she is human...fuck...I should have just played dead.

Suddenly we heard loud thuds at the main door, someone was forcing it open. Both of us were looking towards it when a loud voice shouted from the other side ordering her to surrender right now or they will have to shoot her dead. Then we both slowly locked eyes again and I knew at this exact moment that I'm going to die here.

In a second, she passed the hallway and stood next to me. She kicked my legs forcing me on my knees, took me in a chokehold from behind, and pressed her sharp ax into my throat, just before the main door was broken open and more than ten police officers holding their guns towards us stepped in, screaming orders at her to let me go, which only made her grip around me tighter.

And that's how, folks, my life from this moment on changed to the point of no return...