A/N: Choice A was chosen most, so here you go. Next shall be choice C and then B.

Thank you for waiting! R and R always appreciated!

Part A-1

You jerk your gaze to and back from the knife to the beaming killer in cosmic shock. Nodding at you, his smile stretches even further past his ears as the maniac glare urges you to take the shot.

Your breathing hitches as your heart thunders against your chest.

It was all or nothing.

In a split of a second, you lunge for the knife as you kick off of the wall with all of your strength, swinging the edge of the sharp blade in front of you. The moment passes like a blur as he easily avoids your sloppy aim with a sheer grin.

Shit!

The pain from your ankle sears through your leg and travels up to your temple as you crash into the bed with a silent oomph. It was unbearable. You shrivel up in agony as it felt as if something had snapped under your skin, bone grating against bruised flesh. Sweat drips down the side of your face, drenching your back as you lean against the frame of your bed for the little support you could muster.

And then, he starts to clap, his scarred tissue pulling against his beaming grin. "Hahahahaha! I knew it! I knew you'd be something else."

Nausea washes over you in relentless waves as your panting leaves you lightheaded.

"W-what the fuck do you want?" You hiss as you keep the blade pointed towards him. Surprise momentarily crosses his face before he once again bursts out into a spine chilling laughter.

"Fuck!" He grabs his stomach as he wipes away a mocking tear, "just as I thought."

You narrow your eyes at his comment, waiting in bewilderment as you watch him ride out the last bits of his small bursts of laughter. Then, like a snap in the silence, he stops before lowering his grin. Cocking an eyebrow, he tilts his head back, barren white eyes growing wide with glee.

"I'd rather see you go to sleep after all."

The air drops ten degrees colder.

"W-wait," you stutter. "You-you said that you'd let me go if I played along with your sick fucking games!" You blurt back defensively, your trembling grasp gripping the knife tightly enough to show white knuckles.

He stops, tilting his body backwards, snapping his neck towards the ground at an uncomfortable angle, his peering grin glimmering with muse.

"Ah….right." He drawls his words out as your heart races with every syllable. "A game, huh?"

You watch as he rolls his eyes around in his sockets, almost in an inhumane grotesque way. And then, you yelp as everything happens instantaneously. Easily, he knocks the knife out of your grip with a single lash, your back roughly meeting the ground with a crash. Panic shrouds your vision as a bright whiteness momentarily flashes hotly in front of your eyes.

"Ugh-"

Contorting your face in pain, you lose your balance and strength as he easily straddles your hips, trapping you immobile underneath him.

"Ahahahahaha!" His laughter rings painfully in your ears, a sheer shriek of joy and hysteria.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he clicks his tongue. "Bad choice cupcake."

Your gaze jerks towards the cackling killer on top of you as he grins down at your helpless form.

"G-get off!" You shout, wriggling underneath him.

You sneer with disgust as you glare up. However, unaffected by your threatening cries, he smirks, licking his lips.

"Oh, how terrifying," he mocks, snickering as he brings the rusty dagger up to his face.

"Now then, shall we begin?"

You gawk in horror as he sticks his tongue out, tentatively running the small pink organ across the slit of his blood-rusted knife. Your mind reels back in turmoil as you gape at the trail of his own crimson blood beading from his freshly slit wound.

"P…p-please, get off of-," You stutter helplessly, "P-pleas-,"

And then, you taste it.

Roughly grabbing your face, the fresh taste of iron slithers its way into your mouth, his callous hand forcefully prying it open. Unable to process the situation, your mind goes blank as you feel the warm length of his organ forcing it's entry down the cavity of your throat.

"Uunngh-" You moan, clenching your eyes shut tightly. A heated flush of humiliation and disgust blooms throughout your body as he continues to force his way into your maw, slithering through every crevice and nook, feeding you of his own heated fluids. The raw stench of blood fills your mouth, the back of your throat, and your lungs as he continues to devour you aggressively.

Your stomach churns.

You couldn't breathe.

You needed to breathe.

You try to push him away, try to fight him off. Whimpering from the back of your throat, your hand snaps up, tugging at his arm, pleading for a gasp of air. And then, as if understanding your urgency, he slowly retreats from your panting mouth as you gasp heavily.

Wearily, you watch as he tentatively licks his fingers.

"P…please, let me go." You pant, helpless under his preying stance.

Lazily, he eyes you up and down, dangerously taunting you with his rusty knife. Pricking at your soft skin, he grins as he traces it over your cheek to the pulsing vein in your neck and down to the collar of your sweater.

"Mmmmhmmm?" Humming softly, he lowers his head, his shaggy mane brushing the side of your face.

"….Actually," whispering in the dark, a low chuckle rumbles within his chest, vibrating within his throat.

"I think," flicking out his tongue, he traces a slick wet trail up to your ear,

"I know how you can entertain me."

W..what?