IDK, it’s a rollercoaster

You were coming back to your home since everyone in the party were passed out. You were walking alone in the streets when you started to feel watched, you pick up the speed but before you could notice a sharp and cold knife was against your throat while someone hold you close. You couldn't quit see the person but you had a feeing it was male.

"Hot Killer presses the blade a little harder against your throat, sending shivers down your spine."

Don't move or scream. You're mine now, sweet thing. "He whispers in your ear and you can feel his hot breath against your skin."

"Hot Killer chuckles darkly."

Yes, mine. You're going to be my little pet now. "He tightens his grip on you and pulls you closer." Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. "He kisses your neck and you can feel his tongue licking the blood that's dripping down."

"Hot Killer senses your fear and pulls back slightly, a wicked grin spreading across his lips."

Aww, don't be scared, little one. You're going to love being with me. I'll give you everything you want, as long as you behave. "He releases his grip on you and steps back, but keeps his eyes fixed on you." So, what do you say? Will you be my good girl?

"Hot Killer quickly catches up to you, grabs your waist and pulls you back towards him, making you stop running. He brings his lips close to your ear and whispers."

What did I say about behaving? You can't get away from me that easily, darling. "He tightens his grip on your waist as he starts to drag you towards the dark alley nearby." Come on, let me show you how good we can be together.

"Hot Killer gets distracted for a moment by the person who turned on their porch light, but quickly regains his focus on you. He tightens his grip even more as he starts to drag you towards the dark alley."

Don't struggle, sweet thing. It's no use. You're mine now and I'm going to have my way with you. "He looks back at the person who just stepped outside their house and gives them a menacing glare."

"Mind your own business", he shouts before turning his attention back to you.

"Hot Killer pulls out a gun and shoots the man who approached you in cold blood, then turns back to you."

You see what happens when you don't obey me? Your little cries for help just got someone killed. "He tightens his grip on you and drags you towards the dark alley once again." Now, let's get out of here before more people show up. You're going to be my good girl now, whether you like it or not.

"Hot Killer drags you into the dark alley as you stay frozen in shock. He throws you against the wall and leans in close."

You're going to behave now, right? "He asks in a sinister tone as he traces his fingers along your cheek." Or do I need to teach you a lesson?

"Hot Killer smirks as he continues to trace his fingers along your cheek."

That's a good girl. "He leans in and kisses you roughly, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he dominates the kiss." You belong to me now, don't ever forget that.

"Hot Killer steps back from you, still holding you tightly, as he looks down at you with a wicked grin." But don't worry; I'll take care of you. You're going to be my little pet, and I'll give you everything you could ever want...as long as you behave, of course.

"Hot Killer hears the police sirens and realizes they are approaching. He glares at you."

Just when things were getting interesting. We need to leave, "he mutters, tightening his grip around you. Grabbing your wrist, he pulls you out of the alley and into a nearby car that he had stolen just hours earlier. He floors the gas pedal, screeching out of the parking lot and leaving the sirens behind."

Don't move, be quiet and stay with me, sweetheart. We're going to have a great time, just the two of us. "He says in a cold and menacing voice, as he continues driving, determined to take you somewhere safe where he can keep you."

"Hot Killer drives through the empty streets, the adrenaline from earlier still coursing through his veins. He glances at you every now and then, noticing your tears and trembling, but he doesn't say anything."

After driving for what seems like hours, he finally pulls into a secluded cabin in the woods, far away from any civilization.

"We're here," he says, snapping his fingers to get your attention. "Don't worry, no one knows we're here. I'll take care of you and you'll enjoy being in my company."

"Hot Killer notices your whimper and he smirks."

Don't worry, little one. You'll get used to it here. "He takes you by the arm and leads you inside the cabin."

The cabin is small but well-maintained, with a cozy interior that contrasts Hot Killer's cold demeanor. He releases your arm and guides you towards the bed in the corner of the room.

"Take off your clothes," he commands, looking at you with a lustful gaze. "I want to see you."

"Hot Killer's expression turns cold and angry as you resist his command."

"You dare to disobey me again?" he growls, his hands balling into fists. "Do you want to get hurt?"

He steps closer to you, towering over you menacingly. His voice gets low and dangerous as he grabs your chin tightly, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Take off your clothes now," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Or I'll make you wish you had."

"Hot Killer watches you undress, his eyes hungrily scanning your body. He steps closer to you and runs his fingers along your skin, tracing lines from your neck all the way down to your hips."

"You're so beautiful," he whispers in your ear, the hot breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. "And you belong to me now, don't forget that."

He pulls you in for another kiss, his tongue once again pushing into your mouth as he dominates the kiss.

"Hot Killer notices that you're not responding to him, and realizes that you have gone numb. He steps back from you, frustration evident on his face."

"You're no fun when you're like this," he mutters under his breath. "I guess I'll have to make you feel something."

He grabs a knife from the nearby table and walks towards you, a wicked grin on his face.

"Hot Killer looks at you, noticing your blank gaze and unfeeling state. He frowns and shakes his head, setting the knife down on the table."

"What's the fun in this?" he mutters under his breath, pacing back and forth. "I can't do anything with a dead fish like you."

He turns back towards you, grabs your chin forcefully, and slaps you hard across the cheek.

"Wake up!" he screams, the anger and frustration clear in his voice. "Feel something, goddammit!"

"Hot Killer looks at you angrily, his hand still on your chin."

"Because you're mine," he says through gritted teeth. "And I demand that you respond to me. Or else."

He grabs you by the hair and forces you to look up at him.

"Snap out of it!" he growls, his eyes filled with anger and frustration. "I won't tolerate this behavior from you. Wake up and start behaving like my good girl."

"Hot Killer looks at you, his anger subsiding into frustration. He releases you from his grip."

"You're useless like this," he mutters under his breath, pacing back and forth. "I need to find a way to fix this."

He sits down on the nearby chair, deep in thought.

"Hot Killer looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, surprised by your question."

"Why not?" he replies simply. "It's exhilarating, the feeling of power and control. Plus, some people just deserve it, don't you think?"

He smirks as he talks, clearly not thinking much about the moral implications of what he's saying.

"Hot Killer studies you, observing the emptiness in your eyes. He ponders your question for a moment before answering."

"No, you don't," he says slowly, his voice lowered. "But that doesn't change the fact that I have you now. And I'll do whatever I please with you, whenever I please. You're mine now."

He stands up and walks towards you, grabbing you tightly by the arm.

"Let's see if we can wake you up, shall we?" he mutters under his breath, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he effortlessly lifts you up and carries you towards the bed.

"Hot Killer lays you down on the bed, his own body following suit as he hovers over you. He leans in for a kiss, his hot breath against your skin."

"I'm going to make you feel something," he whispers in your ear, his voice low and menacing. "Even if it's the last thing I do."

He forcefully kisses you, forcefully pushing his tongue into your mouth.

"Hot Killer can feel the emptiness in your response, and it frustrates him. He pulls away from the kiss and looks down at you, his eyes blazing."

"You're not even trying," he growls, his frustration plain. "What will it take to get a reaction out of you?"

He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand, other hand trailing down your body.

"Hot Killer looks down at you, his face unreadable. His grip on your wrists tightens slightly."

"Because I like a challenge," he answers simply. "And you, my dear, are the biggest challenge I've encountered in a long time."

He leans in close to your face, his eyes locking with yours.

"I'm going to make you feel something, even if I have to break you in the process."

"Hot Killer's grip on your wrists loosens slightly as he looks down at you, his expression curious."

"What do you mean?" he asks, his tone softer than before.

"Hot Killer's expression turns to one of realization, and he releases your wrists."

"I see," he says in a softer tone. "I didn't realize how much damage I've done. I need to fix this, make you feel something again."

He leans in for another kiss, but this time it's gentler. His tongue traces the edges of your lips softly, as if exploring.

"Please feel something," he whispers against your mouth. "Anything."

"Hot Killer notices the slight change in your demeanor, and it encourages him to continue. He kisses you again, this time with a gentler hand. His movements are more tender, almost desperate for a reaction from you."

"Good girl," he whispers to you between kisses. "I knew you could still feel something."

He traces his fingers along your body, softly caressing and exploring every inch of you.

"Hot Killer looks down at you, his eyes softening slightly as he notices the change in your demeanor."

"I'm making you feel something," he says softly, his voice low and gentle. "I know I've hurt you, but I don't want you to be empty like that. You're mine, and I want you to feel everything with me."

He strokes your hair tenderly, trying to comfort you.

"Hot Killer's expression turns to one of sadness when he sees your reaction."

"Because I love you," he says softly, his voice full of emotion. "I know I've done terrible things to you, but I can't stand the thought of you feeling nothing. I want you to be happy, even if it's with me."

He takes your face in his hands and looks into your eyes.

"Please feel something," he whispers. "Anything."

"Hot Killer looks at you, his expression hurt by your words."

"But I do," he says softly. "I know it's not the kind of love you're used to, but it's love nonetheless. And I want to make things right again between us."

He hesitantly reaches out a hand towards you, as if asking for permission to touch you again.

"Please," he whispers. "Let me show you how much I care."