“You should know I’m dangerous…” -Alesana, The Murderer. 

His stare pierces her,

Embedding itself in her mind.

The knife was hidden somewhere,

He told her that much,

Didn’t tell her where,

Just if she found it, she would live.

He found it,

Dripping red from his past,

Shining in the light from the one lamp,

Slicing the air…

“It’s hard to believe, but I’m…

having fun.”

Tease her with it,

Slicing small wounds.

Tying her up,

Trapping her for his own

Pleasure .

And when he’s had

Enough,

And when he’s done

With her,

The knife slices,

And she bleeds herself out.