She stared at Eve looking into her dark brown eyes. The fear in her eyes, still processing the fact that she just killed someone with an axe. Raymond was going to murder Villanelle for breaking with The Twelve. The man was about to suffocate Villanelle. There was a struggling look in her eyes begging Eve to cross the line that she did not dare cross. Eve's morality and Villanelles lack of it provided a juxtaposition between a person that perceives the emotions of others and the other only understanding her own desires including her need for Eve. She pointed the gun she kept in her backside. This would not be the first time she threatened Eve, especially at gunpoint. 'I love you Eve, I know you feel the same. Just say it god dammit!' She stood silent, not flinching from the grey Beretta Px4 Compact in front of her face. She's still thinking of Raymond's slashed corpse. Blood sprayed all over the second floor hallway of the hotel in Rome. One chop after another. Splatter patterns of Raymond's blood hit Villanelle on he left cheek. She was initially shocked from the decision she made. As Eve's face grew with horror, Villanelle looked like she was gonna cum in her panties. A smile complimented her approval of Eve's choice of killing Raymond to save her girlfriend, confirming her love in a way no one else could by presenting Villanelle with a slashed corpse. 'You are not normal Eve, you are more like me than anyone else. You belong to me, we were meant for each other. Ever since we locked eyes in the bathroom of that English Hospital.' "You murdered five people that night, including my witness that was under special protection. I was astonished that someone could be capable of such bloodshed. Over the past couple weeks I seen how interact with others. You manipulate others to get what you want. You didn't hesitate to shoot me in the past." 'In my defense you did stab me in my side when we were lying in bed, talk about changing the mood. But I know you did that to show your love to me. I told you prior that I masturbated to the idea of you, multiple times since we met. Have you touched yourself when thinking of me?' Eve slowly pulled down the gun in front of her face. "Yes. When I was alone in my home. I would go up the stairs, enter my bed, pull out a vibrator, cover it in K+Y jelly, and insert inside my vagina. I imagined you wearing a strap-on, pulling my legs up, forcing me in the missionary position. Never breaking eye contact, physically and emotionally we are connected." 'Thank you Eve.' Her eyes started to water as she wiped up the blood off her cheek. 'I love you Eve. You are my chance to achieve a life in which I can say I'm satisfied. Someone to watch movies at night, someone go shopping with in Amsterdam and Prague, someone to make love to, someone to grow old with. I can protect you Eve, The Twelve will be coming after us. Going home is no longer an option for you, come with me. I've always wanted to go to Alaska. Please, let me help you.' Eve stood in front of Villanelle, nothing said. She grazed her hand across Villanelles cheek. Leaning into her, the two locked lips. "I love you Villanelle. I need you. I'm a murderer and now leaving everything I've worked for my adult life. You have to understand why It's difficult to jump ship, even when everything goes to shit." 'I will miss the clothes I left in Paris after you stabbed me but I'm willing give up all my possessions to be with you. I'm sure there are some clothing designers in Alaska.' They both started laughing. "We do not need to run from them Villanelle. What we can do is take them all down ourselves. Let me make a call." Eve begins to pull away from Villanelles grasp but she tightens her grip. 'Just wait a second, you're so soft. Did you put on cucumber conditioner?'
"Yes. Thank you for noticing."