Escaping the Psycho's Grasp novel Chapter 3

Unfortunately, not only did I not have a knife, but the conductor also arrived and pulled me off her.

"Call the cops!" the crazy mother shrieked, clinging to my shirt. "I'm gonna have him arrested!"

I grabbed her fingers and bent them back one by one. "Dare you touch me again, I'll break your hand."

She screamed in pain, and when she finally managed to wriggle free, she didn't dare lay another finger on me.

She just cowered behind the conductor, shooting me daggers with her eyes.

We were taken to the station's waiting room. She started demanding $200,000 in medical bills for her precious baby boy.

But the conductor sided with me, pointing out that her son had started the whole thing by stealing my medication.

The woman, apparently forgetting the pain she was still in, threw her hands on her hips and shrieked, "Those pills are worth nothing! How dare he hurt my son like that?!"

I chuckled. "I have a mental illness. Those were my anti-psychotics."

She clearly didn't believe me. "Yeah, right! I have a mental illness too! I don't care! You're not leaving this room until you pay me $200,000!"

She made a phone call, glaring at me with pure hatred. "I'm gonna have you skinned alive!"

I nodded. "If you want to fight, let's schedule it. I have a doctor's appointment, but I'll be back later... you're not going to call the cops, are you?"

I speak with utmost sincerity. I really want to spar with her. In the past, when I read stories of serial killers, they all liked to dissect and dismember their victims.

I haven't killed anyone since I was a kid, and now that I have this opportunity, I can't let it go. It's like paying tribute to my seniors.

His mother nodded, a mixture of anger and amusement on her face. "Alright, alright. Tough guy till the end, huh?"