You didn't know what to do in this situation, you were just talking about world domination and how great you are until you were suddenly slammed into crates, some falling as the top half of your body bent back slightly. Will's body pushed against yours as you could feel his arm wrapping around your waist. Your eyes widening and your eyebrows narrowing, you were going to yell at him but didn't have a chance as his lips were suddenly on you. You could feel his smirk against your lips as your face shifted to shock and disgust, he knew you weren't gay. But he didn't care in this moment as you suddenly felt the box cutter he was carrying shove into your stomach, his lips parting from yours as he stared down at you. Your hands clenching his wrist as you coughed blood weakly, you were bleeding out and all you could do was look up at him as your vision blurred. This wasn't him, this wasn't the lost, pathetic, puppy that followed you everywhere.. The monster in his head had won, the monster you never knew about. And now you were going to die. He didn't seem to care about his hand getting bloody as he leaned down for another kiss while you desperately tried to get the box cutter out, his hand only pushing it deeper in the more you struggle.