There were still more bodies to be dropped and blood to be spilled before it was all over.

Habit had his ace card; you. Psychotic and manipulative in all the ways he both needed and craved. Now, it was time to make sure that everything fell in line.

"Look in the mirror. You're just as bad as me." He laughed harshly, his voice distorted as he yanked your head up by your hair while you were on the floor.

"You've seen it all. That deformed fucking dog, the stick in the mud that I'm going to destroy, Sutton, Brian, all of them. Hell, you even lived on the same street as Jeffrey fucking Woods before he lost it and carved that smile into his face." He said with a wicked grin, kneeling down behind you and tracing your throat with his other hand.

"You're no stranger to this world. You live off of it- you 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 of of it. So tell me, why are you still holding back? You're my goddamn ace card. You were friends with Evan... but that's right. You liked Evan and dissapeared when he got his little girlfriend knocked up. Newsflash, I took care of that for you. Felt that kids bones between my teeth."

He drawled, watching you in the reflection. "Do what I say. What you 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 you want to do. You're the only one crazy enough to be okay with the bloodshed and 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 after all of this is over, after the operator is dead."