It's the summer of '96, there's a killer on the loose who gets his victims by calling their phones, police are on edge and urging everyone to not stay out past 11pm. Every time your phone rings, your anxiety skyrockets but the one time your phone ri...
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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
I walk into the kitchen to clean the ice cream off of me. Why didn't I just say "Please don't leave" I didn't mean to scare her or hurt her, I was only trying to warn her.
I walk into her on a phone call, with who? Not sure.
Shaniah: I hate it here he's so mean and evil. If I could, I'd kill him. Imma go, I'm tired.
Mhm.
Another tear falls down her face, I feel horrible..weird.
I open the door slowly and walk up to the bed, plopping down slowly.
Billy: Why the hell are you crying?
She stands up and walks fast to the door but yanno..I'm faster.
Billy: Whoa whoa whoa, where do you think you're going?
She's cornered, probably scared. Whatever, that's her fault, she's the idiot that hopped in the car with me.
Shaniah: Let. Me. Go.
Billy: No, I don't think I will.
I reach for her face to caress it and when I touch her, she flinches. Not like she was scared of me, but at the same time like the last person that reached for her face hurt her. I almost wanna ask why she flinched but then she'll get emotionally vulnerable and killing her will be annoying.
I wonder what happened. I reach for her hips to hug her, trying to be kind, and she completely hops out of her fucking skin. what did they do to you? who hurt you?
She pushed me away and ran out the door, footsteps traveled to the basement then the basement door slammed shut and locked. trackstar much?
I walk towards the locked basement door and gently call out her name, praying for a response from the little black cat. Nothing, no response but I hear her silently sobbing by the door. I sit slowly and draw my finger along the door as I try to talk her out.
Billy: Shaniah fucking come out.
Shaniah: No
Billy: you're acting like I'm gonna kill you when you come out
I just might but she doesn't know that.
Shaniah: you probably will.
Billy: Shaniah I didn't even do anything this time. Can you just come out? this floor is cold, I promise I will not kill you (proceeds to darkly chuckle)
Shaniah: Only time will tell, pinky promise?
She sounds so..not scared at all, she's gonna be my favorite girl. My final girl. Save the best for last.
Billy: Pinky promise.
I reach my pinky under the door and she locks her with mine, then the lock clicks and the door opens but we stay sitting, tears follow the clearish stain trailing down her face. I wonder what happened to her.
Billy: Hi
Shaniah: Hi
Billy: Why did you flinch when I went to hug you?
Shaniah: don't concern yourself with that
Billy: Why not?
Shaniah: I don't wanna talk about it
Billy: Oh..well whenever you're ready
She starts to lay her head down but then hesitates and I want her to desperately so I whisper the words "It's okay" in her ear and she puts her head in her lap and a loud sob comes out, causing my cold heart to shatter into ice shards. A sharp pain in my chest appears and I wrap my arms around her, she tussles around trying to get out but eventually she gives in. I softly glide my hand along her hair and reassure her that nobody here is gonna hurt her. I hate her but lowkey I hate seeing her like this even more.
I don't get this girl at all, she's so fucking sad and dark and cold. I wish I could but who am I kidding? I'm a heartless psychotic serial killer, I don't care all that much, I shouldn't, I'm a villain, villains don't care. I push her off of me and she catches herself on the sole of her palms, tears in her eyes and she walks towards the door, I walk up behind her and close her in, giving her no escape.
Billy: *tauntingly* now where do you think you're going?
Shaniah: home.
Billy: You don't have a home out there Shaniah.
Shaniah: Wha-
Billy: I'm your home.
Shaniah: No, you're not.
She turns, yanking the door, it opens slightly but I slammed it back. She jumped and I turned her back facing me, holding her face up so she had to look me in my eyes. Her dark eyes water and I smile maniacally, something about her pain makes me really fucking horny, I'm a sadist, I swear.
Billy: Shaniah, if you leave I will kill you.
Shaniah: No you won't, I won't let y-
KINK!🔻
Smack! I had a sudden strong urge to kiss her and I followed it, nervous that she wouldn't kiss me back. We tussled back and forth and she gave in. I pinned her arms to the door and our tongues fought, our lips intertwined, and the heat coming from her body made my heart race. I couldn't believe it, I shouldn't feel like this, I shouldn't feel anything. I'm a murderer, What is going on. Why am I kissing her? Why is she okay with this? what the hell.
My lips trailed to her neck and she whimpered, my body woke up and I became animalistic. Predatorial even, My hand crawled and grabbed every inch of her body, bruises from my lips covered her neck, somehow she found comfort with my hands around her neck. I wonder if this is what ecstasy feels like.
I need every piece of her, I refuse to let her leave me. I shove her lightly into the door and kiss her lips more, she giggled at my knife to her throat. My pretty little psycho, she bit my bottom lip and I loved it. How did we get here.
I flung her over my shoulder and took her to my room, tossing her on the bed as if she was nothing but a pillow. She was on her back in my bed and I've never seen such a beautiful yet sinister image. I got on top of her, grabbed my blade, and lifted her shirt.
Shaniah: whatcha doing with that?
She asked in curiosity with the most enchanting, evil smile on her face. I pressed the blade gently into her skin just enough to draw blood and scar, she moaned out to the feeling of the blade pressing into her. I carved into her skin 4 words, "property of Billy Loomis," she smiled at it and I laid on top of her, kissing her lips again like I was hungry. Blood dyed my white t-shirt and she smiled at it. She's a psycho.
