you’re interviewing a serial killer. you asked him questions about why he murdered people. he answered everything, sounding proud. you suddenly felt sick during interview so you had to end it.

as you’re standing up to leave, the killer grabbed your hand and whispered, “give me updates about my baby, okay?”

you snatched your arm away and looked around, hoping no one heard. he just smiled as he winked at your stomach before being handcuffed by security.

“i hope it’s a girl.”