Weird Friends in Strange Places (possibly discontinued)

Chapter 4. Amnesia

I wake in a dark room, panic fills my mind. I don't remember falling asleep, what did he do to me?! I wait for my eyes to adjust, seeing that I'm in different clothes. I swing my bare feet onto the ice cold floor, and walk to the door. I tug at it, realizing its locked, which causes more panic. "D-dandy?" I stutter, and I hear stirring from where I woke. We slept in the same bed? Did we..... The thought makes my hands shake. "Dandy," I say a little louder. 

"Hmm?" He groans. 

"Why am I here, wh-what did you do to me?" I stutter, tremors of fear shaking my body as if an earthquake had begun, and I was the only one who could feel it. He sits up, stretching, the cover falls exposing his toned, bare chest. 

"Nothing you didn't want," he says, and even though I can't see him, I know he has the most evil smile ever plastered to his face. 

"Wh-what does that mean?" I stumble over my words. 

He gets up, moving closer to me, "You showed me the side that I knew was in you from the second I saw you," he cups my cheek, and I'm too scared to move back. 

"What did I do?" I whimper.

He smiles, and I swear I see pure evil in his eyes. He leans in, his lips inches from my ear, his warm breath caressing it. It cause chills to run up and down my spine. "You killed someone," he whispers. My stomach falls to my toes, no, he's lying, I'm not capable of such a thing. My mind clouds with panic and fear, and I start feeling light headed. "You stabbed them, over and over, and after you were done, you said it was the most amazing feeling in the world. To see the life leave their eyes," he giggles a bit. 

I don't want to believe him, I want to run, run as fast as I can, but it's as if my feet are cemented to the ground. My mind races, trying to find answers, memories of what happened, and finally I can't deny it any longer, I killed someone. And, the feeling, my god the feeling, it's a drug that I never want to stop taking. Tears cascade down my face, why do I want to do it again, why do I want to hurt someone? 

"Boredom," he answers my thoughts. "Its an extremely powerful feeling, making giving into temptation easy when used right. You were bored with your life, so I spiced it up a bit for you," he grins again. I let out a laugh, vacant of humor. He gives me a puzzled look, and then he tucks a freed lock of hair back behind my ear. "I know you want to do it again, and I want to teach you that urges aren't as bad as you think they are," He says softly. 

"Of course they're bad!" I shout, tears falling faster every passing second, "I want to kill someone! I can't-" he pulls me close, and the urge to rip off his remaining clothes and ravage him startles me. The mixture of emotions fills my head, and I just want to take them all out on someone, feel the spray of blood on my face after I slit someone's throat. He pulls back, staring into my eyes, but I can't tear my eyes from his lips.  

He holds his hand out to me, smiling, "Let's go see what you're really capable of."