Thread: Internet Killers [	Mr Quixotic & Dovakitten]

RE Internet Killers Very Dark Content Analise stopped once she was just a few feet away from the perfect stranger in her house and her head tilted slightly as she noticed that he looked completely normal, or would have if it weren't for the gun he was pointing at her. She wasn't sure what sort of hell spawn she had imagined would crawl out of it's basement and into her home when she gave the invitation, but she hadn't imagined he would be quite so handsome. The gun. He was pointing a gun at her, she had to remind herself that now wasn't the time to rank his looks. Especially considering how good looking he was made no difference to her. There was a tug at the corners of her lips as he complimented her and assumed he would soon learn of her sexual prowess. It gave her so much satisfaction to turn men down and tell them she was only interested in the fairer sex, but she was certain that bit of information would agitate him and that wasn't what she wanted to do. Instead, she listened. The way he spoke in circles had distracted the poor woman enough so that she nearly missed that he'd lowered the aim of his gun. Her lips parted slightly as if she were going to say something as she eyed the gun, but she stayed quiet and her eyes met with his when he spoke again. Analise slowly closed her eyes and opened them again as her muscles tensed when he called her 'honey.' She couldn't say why but when he called her that, it made her want to become violent. Her thoughts couldn't linger on the answer to that question as he posed a life threatening question to her. At first, she thought of shrugging and telling him she didn't see why it shouldn't be her, that he'd worked hard for the kill and should enjoy it. Her eyes widened as even thinking of responding that way shocked her, she worked far too hard to become the woman she was to simply throw it away because he'd earned it. But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of watching her beg either. Analise's brow furrowed as she looked past him, thoughtfully, I suppose I have a few reasons. The first is rather selfish, her features softened as her eyes focused on him once more. I'm sure you remember the contents of my first post on the forums? I want to watch you torture and kill someone. I want to enjoy it, she shrugged as she dared to take another step closer, And while shooting me just to watch me bleed out would certainly give me a first hand experience, I highly doubt I'd enjoy it. Perhaps we could find someone who looks like me, since I tickle your fancy so. Or a black girl, I've always loved black girls. Are you partial to them, too? I recall one of your victims being black or was that just the luck of the draw? She waved a hand as if that was completely unimportant as she continued to close the gap between them, Anyways... The other reason is if I go missing, you'll have quite a lot of pressure on you. I mean, for me to go missing just after I so bravely called out the sick man who murdered my neighbor in cold blood, you'd just be begging for them to come find you. Did you know I work for the FBI? Those boys are really good at what they do. Even when you think there isn't a shred of evidence that could be traced back to you, they find it. Oh, and there's the patrol car that comes by every night now to check on me. She pulled the other ear bud from her ear and draped the length of the cable around her neck, Lastly, I think I'd like to be your friend, she said it as if even she was surprised at the idea. She smiled, I think you'd like that too. You didn't really come here to kill me, did you... Her voice trailed off, I don't even know your name. By now she was standing directly in front of him as she leaned forward and gently slid her fingers over his hand that was gripping the gun, her other hand placed on the arm rest while her ample breasts nearly spilled out of her sports bra. She cocked her head, Come on, she cooed, put the gun down and let's get to know one another. Using her feminine wiles was something she was very good at even though she didn't put the skill to use often, it was always just so easy given the way she looked.