Chapter 4: Not a Serial Killer

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He walked up to her and placed his hands on the wall above her head. "Why are you so scared? What do you think I'm going to do to you?"

"K-kill me," She answered nervously.

"Now why would I do that? You never did anything to me," he responded.

"Then what do you want from me?" she asked, shivering.

"How old are you?" He inquired, inching closer.

"T-thirteen...," she replied.

"Yesterday, you told me you were eighteen. Why did you lie to me?" He growled.

"I didn't want you to arrest me," she answered.

"I can't seduce a thirteen year old..."

"Why would you want to seduce me?"

"Well," his gaze softened, "You're pretty for one and I don't want you telling anyone I'm here...Besides I've grown to like you."

"How old are you?!"

"Twenty-one."

"And you like me?"

"I do," he admits.

"Wow... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything." He said, before he kissed her roughly.

She shoved him off of her, glaring at him. "What are you doing?"

"Seducing you," he answered, before kissing her again.

This time she kissed back and was very surprised.

"This is wrong..." she whispered.

He kept kissing her. "Just go with it." He said into her mouth.

She shoved him again. "I like you, but I'm thirteen! I'm not even sure that this is legal."

"It's not. But, people break the law all the time." He said.

"Like you, when you killed those people who killed your family?" She retorted.

"That was different. Those people deserved it. Ever heard the saying, 'an eye for an eye'?" He asked.

"Yes and I am actually foreteen I forgot that I had a birthday yesterday."

"The forbidden fruit is always sweeter," he said, kissing her deeply.

"Ooh.." She moaned.

"You like that huh?" He smirked, kissing her deeper.

"I do...," she admitted.

"Good," he answered, wrapping his arms around her.

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