Warnings - blood, cutting, murder, Stockholm Syndrome
"No no no no no this isn't happening!" Tears streamed down her face, pleading eyes wide with terror. "This can't- I can't- not again-"
"What's the matter sweetheart?" He reached out, stroking her tear-stained cheek. "I didn't do anything, did I? Why are you so upset?"
She didn't have the strength to pull away, all will to resist, to struggle, draining out of her. She slumped against the wall behind her.
"Please. Please. Don't do this to me again."
He laughed quietly. "Come on love, I'm not doing anything."
"Stop, please." Her voice was weak, shaking with fear.
"It's ok love, it'll all be ok. Just a little one. Right... here-" he trailed the knife down her arm to her wrist, applying just enough pressure to break the skin.
She cried out and tried to push him away.
"Hey now, come on love. Don't you want me to be happy? Don't you love me enough to let me do this?"
He traced the knife tip along the scars on her forearm.
"It hurts... please... just..." her words faded and more tears spilled down her face, splashing onto the floor below.
"Tell me you love me," he said. The knife broke her skin again, leaving a dark red slit. "Say it!"
"I- I love you. I love you just please stop. I love you!" Her voice was panicked, but her eyes betrayed the reality that she truly believed her own words.
"That's right, love, that's right," he whispered in her ear. The knife slid up her stomach, her chest, until it was right above her heart.
He leaned his forehead against hers, staring into her teary eyes.
"You'll always love me, right?"
She nodded. He smiled sweetly at her as he drove the knife into her heart.
