I look at Andy sitting on my bed; I know nothing about him except he likes me and at the same time wants to hurt me. Why? He said he just likes the power it gives him. He likes to hurt himself because the way it feels. And this scared me, more then you could ever fathom. Its like he is so affectionate to the point testosterone is pouring of his body. Or he is Angry, and his temper scares me so much. So this is what killing a person can do to you?

"Andy" I say "Have you ever thought about going to therapy? Or getting help with everything? I mean it could help couldn't it? How does it feel, to hurt someone?" He laughs.

"Well what am I supposed to say? That I got angry and pushed my girlfriend of a cliff? And now I actually like hurting people? I don’t know why you haven’t run hiding yet”.
“You have a point. I’m sorry it’s so hard for you, Do you want to hurt me, Andy” I say and he nods sadly “You y-you could cut me” I say. What are you saying Annabell!
“Wouldn’t that be a bad thing Annabell?” He says in shock and I shrug “I mean, would you lose faith in me?” I shake my head.
I don’t want to be hurt, but I feel maybe if he sees how it hurts me. He won’t want to hurt me as much as he does now. Maybe it can snap him out of this completely. Losing him is worse than a little blood.
“Do it, Andy. Maybe it can help me feel how you feel. Maybe I can understand you better if I can feel it. Cut me” I say and his eyes go dark as he rubs his hands.
“I have a razor with me, I am going to mark you Annabell” He says getting up and pulling me into his arms “Your Mine” He says darkly and bending me back.
My neck falls backward and he bites me tenderly “I’m yours, for as long as you want me to be” I can’t believe this is happening to me.
He leads me to sit on my bed and tells me softly to close my eyes. I know he won’t hurt me too bad. I am putting my blind faith into a boy that loves the rush of a kill. And if he likes it too much, He could potentially kill me with his lust for my blood.

[PLEASE STOP IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED. I love you too much]

I feel him pit his sharp razor to my wrist; I feel it cut into me. It’s the same pain I felt when I saw him cry for the first time. But I see joy in his eyes. His dark, evil joy. And he feels it because I am letting him hurt me. I am letting him make a red angry mark on me; I am letting him make angry red drip down my arm. It actually feels okay.
“Sweetie, You’re done” He picks me up and kisses me, then licks the blood from my wrist but more comes “Come to the bathroom Ill clean you up”.

Notes

Short but I hope it fills your needs. I love the attention. I hope this chapter was sick enough for you.