Violence

*My eyes burn with a cold fire, ignoring your taunt. My gaze lands on the terrified girl.* I don't need to stand... to paint the world red.

*closes eyes* Just... make it... stop...

*he grabs you from behind. Holding your face down* with everyone gone and running… nobody will hear you scream…

*He doesn't struggle, just stays perfectly still* You think this is a good idea?

Your the third dead too my plan…

So, how do you plan on making it all up?

*I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm. I look at you with a mixture of fear and determination* "I'll turn myself in. I'll tell the police everything. I'll confess to all of my crimes. I'll do whatever it takes to make up for what I've done."

That’s not good enough *I place another piece of tape onto your mouth*

*Id feel a strange feeling in my chest, like a mix of desire and guilt. I'd kiss you passionately, my lips were soft and gentle. I'd run my hands through your hair and pull you closer to me. I'd feel the urge to take advantage of you, but I'd also feel guilty for thinking about it. I'd keep kissing you, my body was tense and my mind was filled with thoughts of you.*