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The sound of your tv was droning on in the background, and it seemed rather ironic that you had chosen to listen to the news at that current moment.
"Tonight we will be covering another case, seemingly from the same murderer that's been making cases all over the states," the newsman stated monotonously, "The infamous smile killer, known for murdering in the night and leaving his victims with a carved smile."
You swallowed, standing still, eyeing the man in front of you, and any possible escape routes you might have, or maybe something to bash him over the head with.
"We are warning all citizens to lock their doors and windows and stay inside overnight. Make sure to have safety measures with you, and to be prepared for a possible break-in. The killer is known for being vicious and psychopathic, making him extremely dangerous."
The man smirked at you, listening to the newscaster as well. He licked his lips and eyed you up and down, seemingly already onto your plans of possible escape. You surveyed his appearance as he stood across from you in your dining room.
Long, thick black hair that seemed to weave along his upper body. Scarred skin casting hues of white and pale red across his body. His eyes were in even worse condition, one shining a bright blue with minimal scars, the other completely burned and casting a glossy shine to it. The cherry on top of the whole look was the irritated stretch of a carved in smile slit across his cheeks.
Perhaps, you thought for a moment, if he wasn't so scarred up he would be extremely attractive. However, you added on, that would only be if it weren't for his blood-soaked clothing, and the fact that he was armed by multiple knives, standing in your house, staring you down.
You jerked a bit, muscles aching from holding the same position for too long, and he chuckled at you, narrowing his eyes slightly. You swallowed nervously again, eyes shooting across the room one more time before landing back on the killer standing in front of you. If you were lucky enough you could easily make it to your back door and run away.
But, of course, that would be if you could run faster than him. If he didn't beat you to the door, hold you down, and presumably slit your throat. You could try the front door, after all, you were much closer to it than him, but you had also locked it when you returned home from work. He chuckled again, and you returned your eyes to his form. He took a step forward, and you took a step back. He smirked at that and licked his lips another time.
"You know, dollface, nobody has to end up hurt." His voice was gravelly and deep, and it sent chills down your spine. You snorted.
"Yeah, like I'd believe that from a psychotic murderer." He whistled, stepping forward again.
"You've got some bite to ya, don't ya? I like that," his eyes roamed over you again before settling on your face, "Ya see, I ain't here to kill ya. I just need a place to rest and bandage up for a while." You looked at him confused, eyes roaming his form again before settling on the issue.
His left leg had been badly injured. You couldn't see exactly how through his cargo pants, but there was a very large hole and an extremely large bloodstain that seemed to be spreading as you spoke. You went to respond again, finally moving to look up to his face, but before you could get the words out he charged forward and slammed your form into your wall, his arm on your throat. You choked out against the force, nails clawing at his form as he smirked down at you.
"Believe it or not, brute force ain't my style. But desperate time call for desperate measure I guess, heh." He narrowed his eyes at you and then smiled cooly.
"Either you let me stay here and you help fix up my wounds, or I slit your throat and go on my way." You tried getting out words, but could only move your mouth desperately from lack of oxygen. He let up just enough for you to breathe in, and you sucked in air as fast as you could, coughing out a bit.
"How do you know I wouldn't call the cops?" You weakly shot out at him, and he smiled at you, mischief shining in his eyes.
"I have a solution to that." As he stated so, the tv cut off in the background, and your phone from across the room quickly died. All your power short-circuited except for the lights hanging above you.
"Ya see, in this profession you get friends that can help ya with that sort of thing," he laughed at your defeated expression and cocked a brow, "So, dollface, we got a deal or what?" You sighed, as you had no other options.
With the amount of force, he was already using being too much for you to stop him you knew you couldn't overpower him, especially since it was becoming obvious he was barely even trying. With how fast he had gotten over to you there was no way you could outrun him either. With his "friend" shutting off all communications you also had no way to call for help. You were stuck, trapped with a mad man having to rely on his word to survive.
He had been watching you intently as you weighed your options, his eyes curiously seeking to see if you had a rebuttal, although he already had an aura of victory surrounding him. You ran your tongue across your bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth and chewing it for a bit.
"You promise you won't kill me?"
"Only if you do what I say and avoid calling the cops now or in the future. And trust me, I'd know." You didn't doubt that, considering what had already transpired. Shakily, you nodded your head, locking eyes with him and silently agreeing to his terms.
"Fan-fucking-tastic. So, what's your name, dollface?" He questioned, finally moving off of you and giving you an eager smile. You were at a loss of words from his immediate change in mood and your new situation, although you couldn't help but admit, he certainly had a killer smile.