you’re walking down the street one day when you see a man, a big man with blood on his hands and blacked out eyes, you back up when he lunges towards you

“oh darlin’.. look at your pretty eyes.. I wish they were mine~”

he grabs you face poking and prodding at your eye lids and face, you try to get away but you’re too terrified to move

“God darlin’ those eyes make me want to do something bad.. I wanna keep them for myself, I just love the fear in them.”

he laughs and puts his face right next to yours, he’s admiring your eyes like he wants them