Thread: Internet Killers [	Mr Quixotic & Dovakitten]

RE Internet Killers Very Dark Content It seemed her warnings had struck a chord with him as she watched his eye and neck muscles twitch. She thought she'd been successful as a smirk played on her lips when his eyes almost immediately dropped to her chest, men were such simple creatures to manipulate. Or so she thought before he placed his hand over hers, wiping that smirk clean off of her face as soon as he spoke. She wasn't at all accustomed to being outplayed by anyone but so far her new friend seemed to have trained for just that reason all his life. Analise was frozen once their eyes met again, but it wasn't fear that made her stand motionless, it felt more like the calm before the storm. The smirk that he seemed to have stolen from her own lips was making it very difficult for her to remain calm, however, as her eyes narrowed and he made it very clear that her scare tactics were not working. His confidence was so aggravating that she couldn't enjoy the fact that her debut on the news had made him jealous. It was even more difficult as he pulled her fingers away with little force, not that he needed to use much since she was already starting to pull away. Analise took a breath through her nose and did not exhale when he brought the gun to her lips as she tilted her head just slightly away, her eyes still locked with his as he revealed that he was an equal opportunity murdererrapist. Her nostrils flared as the gun made it's way down her body, gentle but cold like the touch of Death himself. The corner of her lips nearly curled into a sneer as the gun made it's way under her bra, her body pulled forward just slightly as he tugged at the fabric. Still, she connected with all of what he said, her mind distracted by films she'd watched where her favorite scenes were those involving the strong heroine who did everything she could to fend off her assailants. Especially when it ended with her eventual demise. Her brow furrowed as he suddenly smiled at her before complimenting what the good Lord had given her. As her bra snapped back, she straightened up and took a step back. Unsure if this was the maniacal laughter of a murderer about to kill someone or if he really had tickled himself by catching a peek of her tits, she eyed him carefully and didn't exhale until he unloaded the gun. Her eyes narrowed further as she paid very close attention to his speech pattern, reading between the lines. It was as if what he really meant to say was that he didn't mind being friends with her until he did ultimately decide to kill her. Her lips parted slightly and her eyes widened in shock at the idea, but as he apologized it seemed he thought her reaction was to him calling her a dyke. Honestly, the word didn't bother her in the slightest, few words did. Except for the way he called her honey. When he seemed suddenly serious, however, her attention was indeed pulled back to the matter at hand. She cocked her head to one side as she stared at his hand and pondered about the deal she was making. She wondered why he wanted a tour of her house or why it mattered if she had a basement. She wondered if she was wrong about what she'd read between the lines, hoped she was wrong as she reached out to take his hand and shake. We have a deal, Pete, she said finally as she turned to walk to the kitchen casually, as if she made coffee for serial killers on a daily basis. Inside there were a million alarms going off, screaming at her to seek help while she did everything she could to silence them. Starting the coffee was the first thing she'd use to distract herself from those alarms. I suppose I should tell you, starting a conversation was the second thing, Your guess about me was right. I'm a lesbian. Still haven't found the right girl yet. They can never seem to give me enough of themselves or they give me too much. She added the last part as she recalled her latest ex-girlfriend who had practically moved herself into Analise's home without her permission. As she spoke she filled the coffee pot with water, placed the filter, and scooped coffee inside before she started the appliance. She crossed over to the refrigerator where she grabbed a bottle of water and began to chug, somehow keeping in mind that she needed to re-hydrate after her run even after her scare with Pete. Pete, it was such a terribly normal name. The very same name of the little boy who had tormented her by pulling her hair, biting her, and calling her names in the first grade. Her aunt told her not to be upset, that boys had a different way of showing that they liked a girl. The opinion that all boys were stupid was formed then and it stuck with her. Analise wiped away water from her the corners of her mouth with her wrist before she set the bottle down on the counter and leaned against it with one hand as she stared at him. What about you? Any special women in your life aside from your mother, she gave the most pleasant small as she took a jab at him that she thought would pale in comparison to him holding her at gun point. It also seemed she was no less snarky in person -after being held at gun point- than online. Coffee started to drip into the pot as she waited for his answer.