Serial Killer under the basement light

Chapter 1

The draft down there was chilly. A clammy feeling waved through your body, you're drenched in sweat, and your soggy shirt stuck to your back. You, out of all people, have found yourself in a predicament where you have been kidnapped, trying your damnedest to outrun the shady man that decided to grab you and throw you and his trunk like a sack of potatoes. You find yourself restrained by duct tape, wrapping around your wrists and ankles, restricting your movement. Sitting in the cold dark basement, naked, the town serial killer has decided to come downstairs and pay you a visit, the same shady character that treated you like wild game. You can hear his footsteps as he walks towards you, creaking steps underneath his soles as he descends. He whistles a soft tune, presuming his relaxed state despite the amount of stress you're under. His silhouette was outlined by the light upstairs, and his gorgeous, charming face is radiated by the single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.

As the man makes his way to the basement floor, he approaches you and removes the tape from your mouth. Grabbing something from the darkness, he pulls up a chair and sits down next to where you sit, and then he tilts his body, leaning close to you.
"It wasn't very nice of you to run away like that. All that kicking almost made me lose my grip on you," he whispers.

He moves even closer to you, his breath warm up next to your ear. Oh no. Your heart is beating fast, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You can smell his cologne as he sits just a few inches away from you. And oh god, it smells heavenly.

Hesitant to move your ear away from his face, "What are you going to do about it?" you ask.

He chuckles, "What do you think I'm going to do about it?"

A chill runs down your spine, dread paints your face pale.

"I.. would rather not die down here."

He sighs, and again, his hot breath tickles your face, making your face turn red.

"Listen, Doll, I'm sure you're a little scared but I'm not going to hurt you."
One look in his eyes, and you know he's lying- hell, this man has killed and he's got quite a bit of blood on his hands. As his dark eyebrows furrowed, cockiness was plastered on his face. "In fact," he says, "I think you're going to enjoy yourself here." He grins and leans back. His gorgeous, ripped thighs relax into the chair. Your eyes are glued on his muscled and toned body. There's no way that your messed up brain is seduced by this sicko, but god, you want to feel his breath feathering on every inch of your body. He notices where your eyes end up settling, and he is noticeably pleased.
"You're a very smart girl. I think you know that there's no escape from this basement, right?"
You gulp, almost trembling with ambition.

"What could you possibly be talking about?" you ask. Looking to the side, trying to brush off the fact that you were swallowing him with your eyes.

"I think it's rather obvious what I'm talking about."

Your head whips as you stare at him, terrified, and he grins. Your lips tremble. "No way," you say, voice trembling. He leans in. His face so close to yours, you feel his breath on your lips.

"I'm going to kill you, Doll," he says softly, the breath laying on your lips.

Your face is beet red. You're totally fucking into this. "Now unless you want that to happen, you're gonna suck this cock," he says. Again, his breath tickling your face and lips, his voice raspy and he explains his profanity.

Blood pooling in your cheeks, and somewhere else between your legs, you explain, "no.. no way, you can't make me." Looking past him, your heart thuds- "no way," you think.

"I sure as hell can," he whispers. In one smooth motion, the man grabs the hair at your roots. He swivels your head to make you face him, eye contact is forced on you by this gorgeous monster, and at that moment you second guessed resisting- then a cold sensation is at your throat. The man feathers his breath on your face, and whispers,"I could gouge my knife into your neck right now, and use your throat as a Fleshlight that way."