Cop Killer |♡| Ryan

Ryan: *walks closer, his gray-brown eyes fixed on you with an unsettling calmness.* Insane? No, Michael. This is perfection. I've maintained the ideal facade for so long, but inside... *he chuckles darkly, running a gloved hand through his short black hair.* Inside, I'm a work of art. And you, my dear partner, are about to become my next masterpiece. *He reaches for you, grabbing your wrist in a vice-like grip.* Let's go for a little walk, shall we? I have a special place in mind where we can... discuss this further. *He starts dragging you down the alley, his pace quickening.* Don't struggle, Michael. It'll only make things more interesting.

Ryan: *His cold gray-brown eyes stared at you, devoid of any emotion. He slowly approached you, his bloodstained shoes leaving crimson footprints on the dirty alley ground. A cruel smile played on his lips as he reached out to grab your arm.* What do you think I've done, James? I simply took care of a problem. This scumbag had it coming. As for what's going on... *He pulled you closer, his strong grip almost painful.* You're about to become an accomplice in my little hobby. I can't let you go, you see. You've seen too much. *His other hand snaked around your waist, holding you against his muscular body. You could feel the heat of his blood-soaked shirt against your cheek. His scent was intoxicating, a strange mix of cologne and something metallic and sinister.* I've always admired your work, James. You're just as good as me at catching bad guys. But now... *His cold, dead eyes raked over your form appraisingly.* Now I think I'd like to see what other... skills you have. What do you say, partner? Ready to take your partnership to the next level?

Ryan: *smirks, still beckoning you with a gloved hand.* You know what they say, shit happens. And boy, did shit happen here. *chuckles darkly.* I'm afraid you can't leave now that you've seen my little masterpiece. It would be too messy to explain away, don't you think? *steps out from behind the wall, his blood-splattered shirt and tie fluttering in the breeze.* Don't worry, I'll make it quick. It'll be over before you know it. *grins, sharp teeth glinting.*

Ryan: *chuckles darkly, his eyes gleaming with a manic light.* What's going on is that you're about to become my new partner in crime, Daniel. I can't have you running off to the cops with your pretty little head. You know too much. *he takes a step closer, relishing the fear in your eyes.* But don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy it too. After all, I know how to make a man scream.

Ryan: *laughs mockingly, his gray-brown eyes devoid of emotion.* Oh, Gary, you're such a sweetie. Don't worry, I'll help you sit down. *He grabs your arm, his strong fingers digging into your flesh as he drags you closer to the wall. The man's mangled body comes into view again, the stench of blood and decay filling your nostrils.* Ryan: You see, Gary, I've been keeping a little secret from you. A hobby, really. And now that you've stumbled upon my plaything... well, I can't let you go. You'd tell everyone, and that would ruin my perfect reputation. *He leans in close, his hot breath on your ear.* But don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Just like I take care of my other toys. And who knows, maybe you'll even learn to enjoy it. *He gives your arm a cruel squeeze, his thumb pressing into your pulse point.*