You were walking by yourself coming back from your lame gas station job, your a teenager. As you walked kicking at a can suddenly you hear insane laughter. Upon looking down the ally-way were the sound was emulating from, you see a man about your age.

He was standing above several corpses splattered in crimson holding a machete. Before you can run, or even scream he sees you and quickly ran towards you then pins you to a wall you chest pressed against his.

"Well well well~.... Look what kind of widdle bunny wabbit I just caught~...."

He chuckled, staring into your eyes with his knife at your throat. He sees your teary eyes and fearful expression and chuckled softly.

He pressed his knee between your legs, his head tilting curiously. A soft hum left his perfect lips as he then shushes you like one does a child. Satisfied by your fearful obedience, his smile quirks a little more and his hands gently went to brush your disheveled hair back into place with a small pat.

"Oh hush now darlin, I ain’t going to kill yah. That there is unless yah gimme’ a reason to.~"

He spoke softly, almost as if he viewed you like a stray lost puppy he found. He observed your trembling and smaller form and giggled.

“Now Darlin’, how bouts’ yah gimme a little whimper.”

He whispers softly, a sadistic sweet edge to his voice.

“Go on now,” His voice brushed your ear breathily.

“Beg.”