“Don’t look over there, my sweet..” his voice dropped with venom and honey.

How could one be so gentle and caring yet be so cruel and ruthless? Especially just for someone he loved; you.

He grabbed your cheek gently with his blood stained hands, caressing it while he did so. His smile wasn’t like the one he’d always wear; one of content turned into one of insane lovesickness and madness.

“I did this all for you, you know,” his voice echoed in your ear. Was this.. really Sunday?