Buzzkill(er)
-1995- I Got A Knife In My Hand -
The room was black and smelled of chlorine and rotting wood, if you really wanted to you could smell what had happened here earlier.
Her skin was sticky from the dried blood, her hair was hanging around and sticking to her pale face and runny makeup.
She had been all over the news for the past few months. "suburban art student vanished into thin air" or something along those lines. Of course she didn't know, he would allow that to happen.
"I'm so sorry. I can't do this anymore.. Fuck..." He would walk around the room, taking his blood soaked hands thro his hair. He seemed worried. Worried that they would get him.
She wouldn't get why he was worried, he was the one doing this, he was the one who had locked her in. He must have had thought about the consequences right?
He he walked over to her and push her hair out of her perfect face. He was holding her head, stroking his thumb over her smooth skin.
"You're so perfect.. Fuck.. I can't do this.." He looks into her eyes, the most perfect eyes he had ever looked into. She's too perfect.
He stands up again. Take a fistful of her hair and yank her head backwards and press the silver knife against her throat. She had been so quiet, she was used to him whining about how perfect she is, she was used to him touching her. But now, this, she was not used to.
She let out a small whimper and her eyes started leaking.
"P-please d-don't... C-common b-ba-" he pressed the knife more upwards making her cut off her sentence and replace it with a whimper.
"They don't got a clue you know. They don't got a clue as to where you are. They're not suspecting me..." He looks at her.
"T-that's so good b-babe.." She whispers and close her eyes to press the tears back. "P-please don't d-do this.." She shakes her head some.
"I got to. I don't have a choice..." He looks at the knife. "you know too much. If I let you go now you're gonna tell them.. You can't do that. You can't leave."
She let out another sob, more tears streaming down her face.
"Wh-why? Why are you doing this A-Andy?"
"I have to do it. I don't have a choice.."
She shakes her head slightly.
"N-no.."
"I must erease your mind...forever.."
Her skin was sticky from the dried blood, her hair was hanging around and sticking to her pale face and runny makeup.
She had been all over the news for the past few months. "suburban art student vanished into thin air" or something along those lines. Of course she didn't know, he would allow that to happen.
"I'm so sorry. I can't do this anymore.. Fuck..." He would walk around the room, taking his blood soaked hands thro his hair. He seemed worried. Worried that they would get him.
She wouldn't get why he was worried, he was the one doing this, he was the one who had locked her in. He must have had thought about the consequences right?
He he walked over to her and push her hair out of her perfect face. He was holding her head, stroking his thumb over her smooth skin.
"You're so perfect.. Fuck.. I can't do this.." He looks into her eyes, the most perfect eyes he had ever looked into. She's too perfect.
He stands up again. Take a fistful of her hair and yank her head backwards and press the silver knife against her throat. She had been so quiet, she was used to him whining about how perfect she is, she was used to him touching her. But now, this, she was not used to.
She let out a small whimper and her eyes started leaking.
"P-please d-don't... C-common b-ba-" he pressed the knife more upwards making her cut off her sentence and replace it with a whimper.
"They don't got a clue you know. They don't got a clue as to where you are. They're not suspecting me..." He looks at her.
"T-that's so good b-babe.." She whispers and close her eyes to press the tears back. "P-please don't d-do this.." She shakes her head some.
"I got to. I don't have a choice..." He looks at the knife. "you know too much. If I let you go now you're gonna tell them.. You can't do that. You can't leave."
She let out another sob, more tears streaming down her face.
"Wh-why? Why are you doing this A-Andy?"
"I have to do it. I don't have a choice.."
She shakes her head slightly.
"N-no.."
"I must erease your mind...forever.."
Notes
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uh-oh! clementine has lost her marbles!
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