Your POV
I slide the small knife in my hand down my victims throat, not yet cutting his skin. He whimpers, small tears running down his cheeks. I chuckle and tighten the ropes around his wrists. His arms were tied behind his back, he's sitting on the floor cross legged.
"Don't worry. I won't kill you yet~", I say, chuckling.
This is actually funnier than I remembered. I had to take a 2 year break because my former 'partner' betrayed me and almost got me caught. He's dead now so he doesn't matter. I got too bored with not killing anyone so I got back to killing.
"W-Why me..?", my precious victim weakly asks.
"No reason. You just happened to catch my eye.", I say, now sliding the knife lower on his arm.
It's fun to see them wonder in fear when I'm finally going to stab them. He squeaks, screwing his eyes shut again.
"Hey hey hey, look at me.", I say, gripping his jaw with my hand.
He whimpers, breathing shakily and opening his eyes. His eyes actually look really nice. I smile.
"I like your eyes, you know. It's a shame I have to do this.", I say.
"T-Then don't. Y-You don't have to kill me. I-I don't know who y-you are. I won't tell anyone, I-I promise.", he begs.
I chuckle, laying him down on his back.
"I can't trust you now can I? The very moment I let you go is the very moment I get caught.", I say, sliding the knife down his leg.
He closes his eyes again, tensing up. Seems he's a little sensitive.
"It is a real shame, you were really cute too. Maybe I should have picked someone else...", I say.
I gently stroke his cheek with my thumb, looking down at him with a smile. I would never rape my victims. That shit is fucking wrong and absolutely disgusting. Even as a joke. I just kiss them if they're cute.
"Well, it wouldn't really even matter if I just..", I say leaning closer to his lips.
"Yooooooooo!", Toby cheers, crashing through the door.
I turn to look at him as my victim squeaks, flinching from the loud crash.
"Toby, would you please let me finish killing my adorable boy here?", I say, glancing down at my victim.
"Nope! You're gonna come get waffles with me!", he says cheerfully.
"Not now. Take someone else with you.", I say.
"Nooooo! I want youuu~", he whines.
I groan making Toby giggle and my victim to sigh. I snort.
"See? Even the one who's about to die wants you gone, Toby.", I say.
"But I want wafflesssssss..", Toby whines, dramatically falling on the floor.
I laugh lightly and sit up.
"Well, I suppose I can finish you later then.", I say, ruffling my darling victims hair.
He closes his eyes, sighing.
"Don't get relaxed though.", I say, frowning.
I slide the knife down his stomach, this time actually cutting into his flesh. He tears up once again, trying to hold in any sound he might make.
"You're still going to die.", I say, chuckling.
Toby grabs my upper arm, pulling me away from the victim.
"Waffles! Waffles! Waffles!", he cheers.
I laugh with him and we're off to get some waffles for my baby.
