Thread: Internet Killers [	Mr Quixotic & Dovakitten]

RE Internet Killers Very Dark Content The murderer's eyes had remained locked on Analise's as he'd spoken with his mouth close enough so that she'd feel his hot breath on her face. For a moment, Pete was so caught up in his own imagination, and the possibilities of what lay before them, that he hadn't realised she'd spoken. Then when he did, his muscles relaxed, and he returned to normal - as normal as Pete could be - and listened to her response. He wasn't expecting Analise to perform cartwheels, or rush to show him where the spare blankets were kept, at his statement that he'd be moving in, and the certainty he displayed that it was a fait accompli, however he anticipated some negative reaction. Anger, fear, nervousness, or for Analise to drop to her knees in a quivering mess? However, what he received was none of those. Just as she'd done every time Pete had attempted to exert control - the original taunts, the gun pointed at her gut, and the threat to rape her - Analise took it in her stride, and didn't even raise her voice. The woman must have ice in her veins. It wasn't ice that surged through Pete's body, but a heat caused by rage. His first clenched at his side as she moved to take the mug from the cabinet, and his gaze followed her. He imagined sliding his fingers into her hair, so that he could jerk her head back, then smash her face into the kitchen bench-top. Again and again, and again. Until Ms Helm's attractive features were unrecognisable under a bloody mess of bruised skin and broken facial bones. That would get a reaction . Pete took a deep breath, and used the thought, and image it brought to mind, to calm himself down. If he were to harm her now, he may not be able to stop, and as much as she could piss him off, he wasn't quite ready to give up Ms Helm's company. Pete also knew that Analise was intelligent enough to recognise that he'd threatened her twice already that morning, and hadn't carried through either time. If he did so again, any future threats would lose their impact, and lessen any fear of him she did hold. There'd be no more threats from this moment on. Only actions. Anyway, if he were later decide to ignore Analise's wishes, and move himself in without her permission, what was she going to do? Call the authorities and have him arrested for trespassing? When she stepped back, and asked if he a had a problem, Pete Norris was fully composed. He allowed the silence to linger for a few seconds, then slowly inclined his head in acknowledgement. I'm sorry Analise. I hate to admit it, but you do have a point, and I'm a reasonable man. That arrangement works for me. He stepped forward, and poured the hot liquid into the mug. Not bothering to find a teaspoon, he opened the jar of sugar and just poured it straight into his cup. The man lifted the beverage to his lips, and blew across the top to cool it down as his eyes found Analise's again. I'm a little disappointed you don't seem to appreciate my company as much as I do yours, but I'd hate to get in the way of your social life. I was hoping maybe you'd give me some pointers on how to deal with women. Who knows, one day I may want to settle down and have kids. Don't you think I'd make a great Father? Peter chuckled, then pushed himself away from the counter, and his free hand found Analise's shoulder. Just one thing though. I wish you'd stop calling them my pets. The only reason I'm even here is because you invited me, and those poor, innocent souls, who are to die slowly and painfully in your basement, will be just as much your playthings as they are mine. Maybe even more. The man shot Analise a cheerful smile. You're one of a kind, Ms Helm. It's rather sick, really. Now could you kindly show me the basement, we may need to do some renovations. He squeezed her shoulder, then allowed his hand to drop, and began to make his way back to the living room. While we're down there, I want you to tell me about your first victim.