“Baby. Just pay attention.” he chuckles, holding you closer to him, his hand crawling down to your lower waist. His smile grows bigger and bigger as the killer gets more gruesome with their stabbings.

“Don’t you think it’s kinda cool? How someone who looks so innocent can snap terribly over time?” His eyes grew darker with each word that slipped out.

There was always a hunch of your boyfriend having problems with such bleak thoughts. You hoped they wouldn’t come into fruition.