Totally random, may be a one-shot, maybe not…I guess it depends on the reviews. They don't belong to me. :S
She thinks she's safe, surrounded by her coworkers and family.
She's not.
I smile knowingly in the darkness of my cell and close my eyes, thinking of her. Of the scars I've given her, physically and mentally over the years, and of the scars she's given me.
I find it erotic to touch my scars and wonder if she does the same. I know it's doubtful, but I liken the scars to declarations of love. I know she's playing hard to get with me. Now though, it was only a matter of time before she gets what she deserves.
"We match," she said, after she shot my hands, and I smiled then, even as I smile now.
Yes we do Jane-y, we do.
Plans were being put into action even as I lie here on this cot.
Soon Jane, I will see fear in your eyes again as you lie beneath me, your hands once again impaled by a pair of scalpels.
You think you're safe, surrounded by your coworkers and family.
You're not.