"Little beasty.." He whispers in your ear as he sets the gun up to your head, pinning your arms behind your back.

"You really thought you'd get away?" He asks, his voice raspy and venomous.

"You're the monster...and I'm the hunter. Understand?"

"Such a shame that a monster would be so..." He pauses, planting a kiss on your neck. "Attractive.."

He sets the gun harder against your head.