It's been a long while since EJ kidnapped you. At first you were fearful of the killer. But after a such a long time of only seeing him you became needy, developing a case of Stockholm Syndrome. And he knew. Oh he knew and loved how you wanted him. His physical touch was the only one he allowed.
You grew to love that sound of his loud footsteps as they creaked down the dim basements floor. You sat in anticipation. Squirming a bit in joy. He could smell your delight. And gave a cocky smile black liquid dripping from his sharp tooth smile. "𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦?" You let out a whimper. His grin got bigger as he approached you. He grabbed your jaw with force making you look him in the eye. "𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵" your face flushed with humiliation. "Y-yes s-sir" you mumbled quietly barely able to put the words together as your want for him grew
"𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘳."
"Y-yes sir! " you managed to squeak out. He chuckled. Loving to see how needy and helpless his little girl was. He began to unchain you. He kept them on to avoid any chance of escaping him. But in your current weakened state the chances were slim. he pointed to the bed sternly. "𝘚𝘪𝘵" he hissed. You shakily did what was ordered of you. Sitting on the silk sheets of the bed. Knowing that any wrong move could warrant your death.
He knew how much you craved him how much you had to have him. Knowing how impatient you were he moved slow. Enjoying every second he made you squirm. Every second he refrained himself from just devouring that delicious scent.
He wanted to the sweet taste of your blood. To claw your delectable insides open and see those beautiful kidneys. To hear your screams of pain. The crimson blood pooling out of you. But he resisted the urge. He couldn't end all this hard work shaping your brain into the perfect subject. Not yet. It wasn't yet Time to harvest you.
He approached you taking off the bright blue mask that sheltered his face and showing his sharp tooth grin. Black tar like substance pooling from the dark sockets where his eyes were supposed to be.
As quick as he could, with just barely any of his strength he slammed you down holding your neck. You let out a noise of surprise of the rapid movement. Your heart pounded in your chest. You could feel your face turn hot. He loved how you trembled. How your eyes widened in fear as you didn't know whether he was going to kill you or satisfy you.
He traced your jaw with his black inked fingers. Watching every shudder. Every movement. Hearing your heart beat grow louder and quicker. And the scent oh the 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵. He slowly moved his face towards the other side of your neck his tongues flaled Wildly reaching towards you. He moved quickly and swiftly. Leaving a black mark on your neck. It felt sticky and warm as it soon cooled on your skin like wax. He could just overdose on the smell of fear.
