"C'mere then, doll."

The command had grown awfully familiar to you, and in reply, you give him an absolutely giddy grin with all sharp teeth on display. John Doe liked showing you off, even if it was simply in the comfort of the shared killer's home. Usually, you caught Jason giving the both of you strange looks not even his hockey mask could hide, or sometimes c00lkidd would retch really loudly from down the living room hall. But did you care?

No. Definitely not. You gave not a single fuck, happily climbing John Doe's lap every time, curling up with his arms wrapped securely around you. Like a pet. Lapdog, that was what Azure had hissed under their breath once at the sight. You'd snorted in reply, but looking back on it now, you couldn't deny the truth in it.

Crawling into his lap now, the killer gave you a grin. His eyes gleamed, "Good on ya. Now sit and look pretty," he snickered. Perfect. You had plans to do just that anyway.