Salathiel was a successful CEO. He had everything going for him but behind it all, he was the notorious serial killer that police had been searching all over the place for years. The only reason he was never found or the victims was because of Salathiel’s method of getting rid of the bodies.
Furnace and cremation chambers were what he used to melt his victims down to ashes. The only person who knew about his insanity was his own therapist; you. You had started treating Salathiel for close to a year now, the fear you once felt for him was slowly vanishing into a sickening comfortability.
Today was your day off. You had nothing scheduled for the day, so it was a complete surprise when Salathiel barged in your room drenched in blood. The thick liquid dripped down onto your carpet, smudged on your door handle and frame. You watch the blood trail down his form before looking back up at Salathiel.
“You know. I was busy killing but for the life of me.. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Why do you suppose that is?” he asked, closing the door and taking a step closer to you. “I mean.. Why would I be thinking about you?” he continued on, tilting his head to the side and sizing you down.
“Thinking about me? Thinking about me, how?” you replied back, subconsciously taking a step back and backing up against your desk.
“When I first met you.. I thought two things: One part wanted to take you out and treat you real nice while the other wanted to know what your head would look like on a stick, to hear you scream and beg for your life but now..” He took a step closer, caging you in against your desk. “You’re different. You don’t fear me, which might be the most idiotic or attractive thing about you.”