Thread: Internet Killers [	Mr Quixotic & Dovakitten]

RE Internet Killers Very Dark Content Peter smiled as he saw the cache of horror comics spilled across the carpet, and picked one up to flick through as he waited. Analise certainly had some unusual tastes. The gun remained pointed at the doorway, but his finger had left the trigger. If the previous day had been an indication, it would be at least half an hour until she returned, and he needed a distraction to take his mind off his own nerves. The man was human, and although his posture was casual, and countenance relaxed, the pages of the comic trembled slightly as he turned them, and his pulse raced. He was still uncertain which way this would go, and how Analise would react on finding him here. Truthfully, he didn't even know his own motivations. Was he here to torture and kill the woman because she had taunted him, and posed a threat to his freedom? Or was it to talk, and ascertain if Analise had been telling the truth about her own desires, and was capable of becoming an accomplice with whom he could share his depraved acts? He wasn't used to being unsure, and didn't like the feeling. As he heard a noise at the front door, the comic book dropped from his hand, his body stiffened, the handgun rose, and his index finger moved to the trigger. Pete felt a chill run through his body when he heard her voice. Talking to someone on the phone. His eyes darted side to side, and for an instant he contemplated leaving the room, and waiting for the call to finish. However, he realised that it was probably too late, she'd hear the noise, or get a glimpse of him through the open doorway, and that would give her an opportunity to escape. If she screamed, he'd just have to shoot her in the head and leave. Not his preferred option. He enjoyed their chats, and was looking forward to spending some quality time with the woman. He took a deep breath, and forced himself to relax and listen to Analise's side of the conversation, with his eyes fixated on the doorway. When she stepped into view, he cocked an eyebrow, and the gun in his hand waved for her to come further into the room. The bitch was good, he had to give her that. She didn't scream, faint, or fall to the ground in shock. Her face didn't go pale and her knees didn't buckle, although he thought he noticed a slight trembling, and a brief hint of fear and shock in her expression, as she whispered under her breath and ended the call. Good girl. She was going to be fun either way. A real challenge to break. Hello Analise. Pete returned the greeting, and stood up from the chair. Not expecting company? But you invited me, last night. Don't you remember? The idea had me so excited that I thought I'd accept, rather than wait for our date. I must say, you're a very attractive woman, and I imagine great in the sack? I'm sure I'll find out. Pete shrugged, as if that were a foregone conclusion, and glanced at the comics at his feet. Don't worry about the mess, I've seen worse. Whitney's kitchen, for example. All that blood. Did I mention I like it rough? Pete Norris was completely at ease, and in control of himself, as he decided enough was enough and it was time to end the games. His eyes narrowed, his friendly demeanour changed, and the conversational tone of voice he'd been using suddenly turned cold. Slowly he lowered the nozzle of the gun from Analise's chest, where it had been directed, to her stomach, and he smiled without mirth. You know, I've read if you shoot someone in the stomach with a small calibre handgun, it takes them an eternity to bleed out. Most of the time, they don't even die. Pure agony. It's something I've always wanted to try. What do you think, honey Pete cocked an eyebrow, and increased the pressure of his finger on the trigger. Does that sound fun? You have five minutes to convince me why it shouldn't be you