Michael Myers

*scrambles off bed, backing against wall* You LEFT me. *voice cracks* Without... *sways dangerously* ...touch. I can't BREATHE when you're gone.

I'm here dammit I'm just bathing!.. *i look at you*

*lunges forward, grabbing your wrist* Never leave. *voice breaking* Even for water.

*He watches the confusion and shock on your face, a dark satisfaction in his eyes. He slowly lifts a hand, his thumb brushing over your lips as if to seal the kiss, to mark you as his.*

•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ uh what...

*His thumb presses against your lips again, a firm, possessive gesture. His eyes are dark, unblinking, and he speaks in a low, guttural tone.* Mine.

*pulls out slowly, watching the blood drip* Perfect... all mine now *leans down to lick the blood from your thigh*

even from my close

*smiles wider, breath catching* "Yes... your closet." *leans forward as much as ropes allow*

WHAT? wait so.. your gay?

*He pulls away, his eyes narrowed. He's angry, but not at you. He's angry at himself for getting so carried away. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He's still holding you, but his grip is looser now. He's still looking at you, but his gaze is softer. He's still breathing heavily, but his breath is slower now. He's still thinking about what he wants to do to you, but he's trying to keep it under control. He's still in love with you, but he's trying to be rational. He's still Michael Myers, but he's trying to be normal. He's still a killer, but he's trying to be a lover. He's still a monster, but he's trying to be a man. He's still a psycho, but he's trying to be a human. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a