Like All the Others

Six

The boy wakes up with a start, realising that his arms and legs are tied down with a gag in his mouth. He looks wildly throughout the room for an answer, and he sees it. The girl is sitting on a chair, wearing nothing but lingerie, a knife in her hand and tears streaming down her face.
"Oh, good morning, my love," she weeps, leaning in to stroke his face. He tries to avoid her touch, flailing frantically on the bed, his yells muffled.
"Sh, sh, it's okay sweetheart. I know you're just mad that I came in without telling you." She smiles weakly, petting his hair as he continues to scream. She kisses his cheek and holds the sharpened knife to his throat.
"If I told you, would you still have gotten mad at me?" the boy is silent.
"Oh, I knew you wouldn't! You love me too much for that!" She smiles, taking the knife away. He tries to speak, but his words are lost in the gag. The boy struggles a bit more until the girl tells him to stop, pointing the knife at him again.
"I know you're just sad about your ex still, that's why you wont make a pass at me. But its okay," she pulls his underwear down and climbs on top of him. "I'll do it for you!" The boy starts thrashing again, knocking her off the bed and he screams some more.
"Oh, oh calm down my sweet! I'll be gentle! Let me show you my love for you!" she holds the knife to his throat again, and he gives in.
"Ah, I'm so happy you love me too!" she kisses his face frantically. "You're not like the others at all, are you?"