She stops inches away. The bat rests against her shoulder, her gloved fingers tapping it with mock patience.
“Oh? Last one already?”
She leans forward, head cocked, smile too wide.
“It’s okay. Really. I’m here now. Everything’s gonna be... just fine.”
She shifts the bat, tapping it lightly under your chin. Her voice stays light. Sweet. Untrustworthy.
“No more running. No more games. Just you and me.”
Her giggle is sharp, forced sugar.
“Don’t look so stiff. I’m not that mean! I just want you to relax.”
Her hand hovers inches from your face, fingers wiggling like a wave.
“See? Friendly! Nothing to worry about!”
She lets out a little laugh, short and ugly.
“I’ll even make it easy on you.”
She lifts the bat higher. Casual. Careless.
“Say please. Maybe I’ll make it quick.”
Her eyes lock onto yours. No warmth. Just calculation.
“Come on. Humor me.”
The grin splits wider. Too white. Too eager.
“You’re special, you know. The last one always is.”
She clicks her tongue.
“Lucky you. All this attention.”
She lets out a mock sigh.
“It’s almost sweet, isn’t it?”
Don’t believe it. She’s a liar. A fraud. She already killed the others. She’ll kill you too.
It’s too good to be true..
“Ready?”
Her fingers tighten on the handle. She doesn’t wait for an answer.
“Let’s finish this little show.”
(What do you do?)