So if you've just stumbled upon this randomly it's chapter 8 of a horror story I'm writing on , I Don't want to be kicked of that site for violents so I'm posting this chapter on here! If you haven't read it here's the link; ./1388811/Serial-Killer-Come-Kill-Me/

I slowly opened the door and noticed Amy was in the corner of the room, the bread and water untouched. She turned her head to look into my eyes. I locked the door behind me. My heart started to pound each step brought me closer and closer to her. When she spotted the knife in my hand her eyes opened wide, and she slowly stood and backed into the wall. I smiled coming to a stop in front of her.

"So... How are you?" She looked baffled by my question.

I just smiled when she didn't answer. "So thats how it is?" I asked. Again with no answer to my question. I just pushed her against the wall and brought the blade to her cheek. Small red droplets of blood ran down her cheek. She started to cry tears streaming down her face.

I leaned in closer and closer, as I licked the blood and tears off her face. The salty taste entering my mouth. I closed my eyes and relished in this moment.

Amy just stood there frozen in her tracks. No will no run. No will to fight. I smiled. I'd scared her to death.

I pushed her down onto the bed frame listening to it creek and groan under her weight.

I smiled seductively down at her watching as her eyes opened wide, as she realized what I was doing. I begun to remove her clothes piece by piece before she was naked before me. I pulled the blade from my back pocket and smiled tracing the blade over her bare nipples.

She squirmed against it. I knew she hated every moment of this. i didn't care though. I was loving it!

I brought the blade down to her stomach, pushing a little harder drawing blood. Her piercing scream froze me. I got up and left the room, walking inside to boil the kettle.

Once the whistling stopped I picked it up, walking back out to the room I'd left Amy in.

I watched as she struggled to put her bra back on. She froze when the saw me and dropped it to the floor. Showing the milky flesh.

I smiled walking over to her. I pushed her onto the floor and forced her mouth open. The kettle still in my hand I tipped it up, letting the water run down her throat. Her eyes were opened wide as I heard a gurgled scream escape her lips. After a few moments I decided that was enough. I put the kettle down and straddled her lap. I looked down into her shocked eyes I started removing my pants before inserting myself in her.

...skip that scene...

I pulled out one last time and roughly kissed all over her face ending with her lips.

I pulled the knife into my hand and started slashing at her. Blood rushed over my hands. I brought the knife to my lips and licked it relishing in the taste smiling brightly down at her cringing face.

I got up and pulled my pants back up and left the room, taking the kettle, the knife and locking the door.

I felt satisfied. I felt whole.

sorry this chapter sounds like shit but i've had no muse :(