#dark!paterson

[pumpkinmylittlepumpkin]

Hi Pat, can I come over and inspect your radiator for no real or suspicious reasons

Pumpkin, I can feel your curiousity. Don't you know that curiousity will always kill the cat?

You can inspect my radiator, so long that you won't touch anything. I'd hate to punish you for being a bad girl, peaches.

I'd really hate to. You've been a good girl, right? Don't make me tie you up.

[pumpkinmylittlepumpkin]

Pumpkin,

I kept on thinking about you. I kept on remembering how good you look while being tied up. It is poetic, the way you gaze at me, all scared, begging to be released. I kept on hearing your whimpers. Ah, those tiny pleasured sounds you make, drives me crazy.

Let me hear you scream. Let me hear you scream my name once more. Let the whole world how much I love you, peach.

I can still taste that sweet, crimsom blood. Those tangy, metalic taste that had me want more, more, more of it. You are my Ambrosia, the only thing I'd ever need.

It seems that I can't get enough of you.

Maybe because you're addicting, a challenge in flesh.

Maybe that's why I love you.

I know you love me, I know you do, I know thay you feel the same way. That's why we're together in the first place, right? That's why you agreed to go in my house.

There's no need for you to fight back, I know you want me as much as I wanted you. The only person who can calm my lust, the need to kill something. You just complete me, peaches.

I am yours, my little peach.

As you are mine

The two of us, against the whole world. Together.

Pat.

[pumpkinmylittlepumpkin]

Dear Pat,

What's your ritual when it comes to killing?

My ritual? Now that you mentioned.

I don't have any explicit ritual in terms of killing someone.

I just take my usual route, evasedropping with everyone, and if that urge needs to be satiated, I'd kill a person from a desolate corner, more preferably, a tourist.

Wring their neck or bash a weapon though their skull, taking some souvenir before feeding them off to the nature.