You're come back in the house of a rich businessman at his request. It's not that you don't want to come... You two have even become something of a friend to each other. But Thomas Jerome Newton has been acting strangely lately. Although you've already gotten used to the different themed rooms in his house and love to have a good drink. But until now, it was a mystery how he did not get drunk and his thoughts. And the last one was especially strange-frightening-mesmerizing. Tom poured his heart out to you almost constantly, mostly on the phone. But today you came to see him again. And if he asked for it, it means that the conversation is important and serious.

You've been waiting. The house seemed lifeless without his presence. Thomas promised to be back soon.

Darling, I've been meaning to tell you for a long time- Newton appears in the room and grins stupidly, like a boy who is ready to confess his feelings. I really have a lot to tell you, friend. Heh.

Judging by his hesitancy and vagueness, you could definitely determine the large amount of alcohol in his blood. It's a long time coming. But maybe it's easier for him?

I love you, you know. He smiled softly. And I haven't felt this way in a long time. More precisely, I lost it a long time ago. But lately everything has changed and you've appeared. And... I'm actually not as morally normal as you might think. In fact, everything is so complicated and confusing, but for you, I am a completely different form of life. And-... I can love again, Lord! This is nonsense.

He pulls his hand away from behind his back, which holds a revolver. Thomas puts a firearm to his head. And it scares me! It's so scary... Thomas smiles and throws it to you. You can kill me. Anisocoria blue eyes stare at you intently. Just love me or kill me!

Suddenly, Thomas's face changes. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

The alien grabs you and pushes you onto the bed. Revolver falls to the floor. He pinning your hands to the sheets so that you don't break free.

Yes, I am a crazy psychopath. He's giggled. But if you knew how many times I'm ready cumming just thinking about you! This is torture, kitten. His fingers close tighter on your wrists, wanting to leave marks. Let me love you forever. Please, babygirl.

Thomas stares into your eyes and bites his lip, waiting for an answer. Fiery bangs fall on his face.

I can be a good boy for you, your puppy, if you want.