Thread: Killers Affair —  [LackingInHeart & Death by orgasm]

As Maximilian threw that insult at her, Ms. Grant was sure to answer back with all sass and throwing her sharp tongue around at Max. She went ahead, assuming that Max was just another frat boy who was someone who had been lost inhibition while drinking at a party. Forcing himself on to a girl who had been denying his advances, he raped her. As Ms. Grant spoke, the shaggy blond hair boy chuckled under his breath, staring her dead in her brown eyes. His shyness had slipped away, he could see through her facade, whatever she was trying to hide, he knew her front was false. His confidence was growing, his gaze was stuck to her eyes. She was undermining him and his true psychopathic tendencies. Smirking when she elaborated on how he probably left some poor girl unconscious who choked on her own vomit. Shaking his head from side to side as she went on saying how she was looking for an authentic killer, but there needed to be rape for her to use those individuals. As she muttered that she was needed a real killer, her train of thought seemed to subsided, she commented that she supposed that Max was just a warm up for her. Max cocked his head to the side was very unamused with Ms. Grant on all levels. Maintaining eye contact, he leaned in just how she had when she was sharing her 'secret' with him. Well Ms. Grant, I have my own thoughts on your own assumptions. Given that you don't have a concrete idea, that you're trying to prove to your University, I won't hold your theories on me too highly. Glancing over his shoulder to look at the single camera in the room, he returned his attention to Ms. Grant, I wouldn't lump me into those drunk frat monkies who just wanted to get laid. The main difference is that, they aren't rapists who intended to rape. Sure they did rape in the end, but that wasn't their goal. Simply a means to an end, Ms Grant. I get off the power and dominance--you know like a rapist. Maintaining eye contact with Ms. Grant, he was feeling much more in his element in this interview. Leaning back he still stared at her chocolate eyes, almost daring her to look away from him down. Folding his arms across his chest, he continued his retort, All that about me just leaving girls to choke on their vomit. I'll have to politely let you continue believing whatever fabric you're weaving in your head. Twisting his face into a look of disdain for Ms. Grant he continued, I don't need to prove anything to you about my merits as a criminal. I don't need people digging into those cases any further. They brought me because I definitely fit into your criteria for whatever you're getting the jail to round us up for interviews about. Breaking eye contact to look down at the table, he gathered his next words, And I'm the warm-up? Whatever you say honey, you seem like you needed the warm up to get your story straight, then by all means work out the kinks in your 'thesis'. Making his fingers into the mock quotation marks, he knew this woman wearing slight heels into a high-security jail was a joke from the moment she walked in. Leaning back in getting as close to Ms. Grant, he wasn't studying her but the blank legal pad that she had be so kind to leave nearly entirely blank aside from a few wispy scribbles. His eyes moved up to meet her chocolate eyes again, he studied her face, and the contours of her neck until they disappeared beneath her formal attire. He was obvious as he checked her out. His eyes darting back to the blank notebook, his narcissism flared up on the inside. Was he not interesting enough for her? Apparently he was boring her. I mean it was more obvious from her lack of overall interest. Then she finally asked him how he spelled his name, as she wrote it down as close as she could from the sound of it. Looking back down at the note pad as she crossed his name out, with an large exaggerated 'X'. That was the last straw, his inner ego just couldn't handle that. His snapped at her, Spell it however you want bitch, I think we're done here. Right as Ms. Grant looked up after his last sentence he had been waiting for that. Gathering his spit in his mouth as he stood to the best of his ability to and spit down directly into her eyes. Sitting back down calmly, he took several deep breathes. He knew that the guards would be into escort him out of there shortly. He was also sure that he would receive some sort of punishment for that last act. Part of himself was mad for letting her get the best of him, but he wasn't kidding when he said she was cheeky cunt. The next few moments seemed like months as he silently seethed. The last thing he'd mutter to her was, Don't insult ME, when you don't even know who the fuck YOU are.