Ghostface

*chuckles darkly, twirling the phone cord around a finger* Savage? You’re the one who’s eatin’ straight outta the jar, baby. And you’re callin’ ME a bigback? *shifts weight, smirking at the wall* Bet your hands are sticky from that sugary cereal. *pauses, voice sharpening* …So. How’s the movie goin’? Scared yet, or just… *pretends to think* …hungry?

*all the lights flicker off in the house and I grab a knife from under the sink. Leaving my phone in the bathroom and navigating my house in the dark. Because I know the layout and he doesn’t.*

*chuckles, the sound low and amused* Oh, you're trying to be clever, aren't you? Thinking you can navigate the house in the dark. But I can see you, doll. I can see everything. *suddenly, a loud crash is heard from the other end of the line, followed by the sound of glass breaking*

*I walk silently through the house. Sticking to the walls.*

A bit flirty?

*My hips give a slow, deliberate press against you, my smirk widening.* Just a bit? *My voice is a low, husky murmur.* I'd say that's a massive understatement.

*kicks bathroom door open* You dying on me already? *grabs your hair, forcing your head up* That's no fun.

*yanks arm away, eyes flashing dangerously* Weak? I'll show you weak when you're choking on your own blood.