John looked at you. Tilting his head as he slowly slid the knife down your cheek in an almost loving or caring way, the blade just barely cut your skin. He leaned in. All you could hear was heavy breathing, the smell of blood and sweat lingered on both of you, you nervously glanced at your parents bodies before you heard him speak

"Is my little mouse scared?~ you're so gentle...small. so...enticing.."