Thread: Internet Killers [	Mr Quixotic & Dovakitten]

RE Internet Killers Very Dark Content Waves of fear and frustration came crashing against the facade she was trying so hard to keep up, and were it not for the excitement she was getting from this, that facade might have fallen by now. But this game of cat and mouse they were playing, the way they read each other and planned around what they got from those readings, the uncertainty of when Pete would grow tired of her attitude and just snap, the anticipation of taking their first victim together Analise was certain this was what it was like to get high. And she wasn't even close to coming down. When he did agree to her stipulations, her shoulders visibly relaxed and she sighed, Good, I'm glad. She played as if she was incredibly relieved, as if this matter of him living with her was the only thing that would have her on edge. Not the murderer who guaranteed he would rape her standing in her kitchen. She wrinkled her nose as he poured sugar into his coffee, it was so much empty calories and she guessed that killing people must be a wonderful work out since he appeared to be in good shape. She chastised herself for being so concerned about calorie consumption at a time like this, she didn't know when her obsession of fitness started but she was fairly certain it was about the same time she'd started masturbating to snuff films. At his mention of being a father, she smiled politely. It'd certainly make a good cover, was the nicest thing she could think to say. But she didn't believe he was capable of keeping a woman alive long enough for her to bear a child for him and she didn't think there needed to be anymore freaks like Peter or herself in the world. As he brought his hand to her shoulder, she flinched just slightly and cursed herself for it when she realized he wasn't trying to hit her. Now he knew that he frightened her, even if only a little. She'd lost this battle and her dissatisfaction was clear by the pout she wore but she didn't intend to lose the war. But then, he kicked her while she was down when he pointed out that she was just as sick as he was, if not worse. At least he admitted what he was, she was still pretending that she was just a normal, boring person whose life was shaken from it's cozy nest when some psycho killed her neighbor. In fact, it wasn't until that moment that she realized her neighbor was dead because of her, and a genuine smile played across her pink pout. You're right, they are mine, as well. I just didn't want to make any assumptions, she covered for herself. The way he squeezed her shoulder was meant to comfort her, rather that was how people typically meant it, but it was not at all comforting coming from Pete. It was like a bad joke or a slap to the face, it was insulting. Still she nodded and started towards the basement, gesturing for him to come back to the kitchen before she opened a door on the opposite side of the kitchen that could have easily been mistaken for a pantry. Analise had already started thinking about who her first victim might be as she reached up to pull a string and a light came on to reveal the narrow, wooden stairway to the basement. She recalled the first real snuff film she'd ever saw, a pale girl with freckles, dark hair, and empty eyes she reminded Analise of herself. She paused to look over her shoulder at him and thought perhaps she should insist he go first but she turned ahead to start down the stairs anyways. My first victim, she mused as she took her time going down and the wood creaked beneath her, I've always had a thing for colored girls... But I think she bubbly, the sort that loves life, you know? I'd love to see that kind of person brought to the edge. Pale, a brunette, big soulful brown eyes, she said, hoping the brown eyes was enough to keep him from realizing she was looking for someone who mirrored her. When she came to the bottom of the stairs she stepped aside and flipped another switch so that much brighter, fluorescent lights flickered own to light the entire space. Laid out before them was a fairly empty space for the exception of a washer and dryer area she'd set up to include folding tables, shelves to house all of her laundry items, an ironing board, and a rack to hang things. She dry cleaned everything she owned. The floors were cement that had been painted over in a soft, pastel green and there was a drain at the very center of the room. There was also a deep sink that she sometimes washed her delicates in and beside it was an incomplete shower a detachable shower head, another drain, and a bit of raised tile but nothing more. She placed her hands on her hips and looked over at him, Would you rape her before killing her?