Thread: Internet Killers [	Mr Quixotic & Dovakitten]

RE Internet Killers Very Dark Content The moment he grabbed her to shove her against the counter, she sucked in a breath of air as her body went rigid and her eyes closed in an attempt to brace herself for the blow. At the same time, she bit her lower lip which had been a failed attempt to hide her smile. It was always the same with serial killers, they were all attached to their mothers in some way and his response to her taunt had proved that point. When the blow didnt come and she instead felt his fingers at her chin, she opened her eyes to meet with his as she let go of her lip for it to turn down into a frown. It might have seemed like she was afraid or upset and she thought she should be, but she was only disappointed. His insults didnt bother her much. She knew exactly what sort of woman she was and classy wasnt a word she would use to describe herself. But as he leaned in, his warm breath against her ear, she shifted beneath him as she shrugged one shoulder towards the ear he whispered into. His threat that she felt he was more than capable of making good on, didnt scare her. It did, however, unnerve her that the more they interacted with one another the bolder he seemed to become. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before she became one of his victims and she thought she should come up with a contingency plan. What that plan was, she had no idea. When he let her go, she lowered herself so she was standing flat on her feet instead of the tips of her toes. A reaction she hadnt realized she made in effort to get away from him when he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Analise glared at the back of his head when he turned away as some part of her insisted that she couldnt let him just get away with making such a threat. She reached towards the counter, still eyeing him as her hand hovered over the knife set before moving away to pull a few paper towels from the roll. She got down on one knee and used the towels to clean up the water that was spilling from the bottle he dropped, her hands shaking out of pure anger and adrenaline as her heart beat against her chest. If she tried to kill him now and if she was successful, she would never have the opportunity to watch him work. And that was a great deal more important than getting revenge over a comment he'd made. She scoffed when he question if it was just him that brought out her inner bitch as if he were some special snowflake that brought out her inner demon. Her eyes flicked up at him as he waved his hand and she continued patting at the water as not to just swish it around while he talked about his love life. She could have easily guessed any of the reasons he gave for being single, but part of her wondered if it was at all possible for a man like Pete to settle down. Analise wrinkled her nose at the thought as such an image seemed like a waste of a man like him. It had been her prerogative to not think of their ride or of the woman she would select herself before watching her die. As much as she did want this, she was human and not at all impervious to a case of nerves. But Pete was right, it would be better to discuss such matters to lessen her nerves rather than it be the cause of their demise. She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she nearly missed his comment before asking where the sugar was. Analise stood with the empty bottle and a bundle of wet paper towels that she walked over to the trash can, gesturing towards two ceramic containers on the counter. One read Flour and the other Sugar. Her mind was still considering all the things that happened in a single moment, the most peculiar part to her was how quickly he went from being calm, to angry, to friendly. Just as she dropped the paper towels into the trash, her head snapped up, Move in? She walked over to him and crossed her arms just under her breasts which only pushed them up and together more. What do you mean move in, she asked slowly as she narrowed her eyes at him and prayed that she had misunderstood him.