She Lusts For The Kill~ Caminah (G!P)

I Like The Danger

Please, be very quiet. She's looking for me. I don't want to play anymore. I'm fucking scared.

I'm so...fucking...scared.

Sweat beads on my forehead as I hear her voice sing out, "Dinah? Come out, come out." From where I am, I can see her looking around.

I try to hold in my heavy breathing, but it's almost impossible over the pounding of my heart. I close my eyes as I hear her footsteps descend down the hall and I let out a sigh of relief.

I've been in this spot for about an hour and my legs are cramping.

"FOUND YOU!" I scream at the sudden voice. Heart racing in utter fear. She held a pink handled knife in her right hand and taps me with it.

"Tag, you're it!" She then runs off while I sit here, clutching my excited heart. God, she's gonna give me a heart attack.

I'm only playing along because I am now scared to be with her. After last week, I have to watch my back at all times.

I barely slept. She was asleep peacefully, knife in her hand securely as well as her hold on me. So many things went through my head.

But among one of them were, I actually like, no, love this new crazy side of her. It's exciting, invigorating. My adrenaline never starves out.

I chase her though the house and finally catch her, landing on top of her. "You're it!" She smirks and pulls me in for a heated kiss. I feel the knife tapping my back as her nails dig into the back of my neck.

She manages to roll us over so she was on top. She moans into my mouth, the sound making me grow slightly. When she breaks away, she looks down with a smirk.

"Might wanna take care of that, baby," she says teasingly. I squint at her as she gets off of me. I sit up, looking down at my problem with frustrated sigh.

I look up at her and she giggles. She bites her lip childishly before tapping the top of my head with the knife.

"No, you're it!"

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We are in our special spot in the park, lying in the grass of the big field, staring at the now dark sky. Hand in hand, a good distance apart from each other.

She turns to me and looks deep into my eyes. "Do you love me?" I smile and nod. She holds her pinky out to me, "Pinky promise?"

I link my pinky with hers, "I pinky promise." She smiles and lays her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around her.

She explains to me that she's always been crazy, but her secrets kept it back. She felt trapped and her biggest secret was her captor.

She tells that she never killed before, but she's sure she's capable if she was a little more off her rocker.

Honestly, the conversation made me a tad scared, but I didn't pay it much mind. At least she was finally speaking hers.

"Now do you wanna know what happened on my birthday last year?" She asks after a few moments of complete silence. "Yeah," I say.

Camila

It was the week before my 17th birthday and I was putting out invitations. I was home alone, eating cookies and drinking milk. After I put the invitations in the mailbox, I went out and bought decorations.

I went with the pastel ribbons and colorful balloons. The morning of my birthday, I put on my favorite pink dress and went downstairs to get everything ready.

By the time I was finished it was almost 2:30pm, I put my birthday hat on and waited for my guest.

After a few minutes, I got bored and started to play Flappy Dunk on my phone, to pass time. The clock read 3:43 and I leaned against my sofa and puffed out a breath.

Just as I was about to give up, the doorbell rang. I rushed to the front door and pulled it open. On the porch were Austin, Becky, and a few others.

I invited them in and offered them baked sweets I made earlier. Everything was going smoothly.

"Hey, Mila, let's go in the kitchen really quick," Becky suggested. I agreed and we all pile in my small kitchen. "Get her!!" Wait, huh? Before I knew it, I was getting grabbed and beaten.

Austin pulled my hair, putting cake all over my face. Becky took a rolling pin and hit me numerous times on my head. "Happy birthday, you crybaby," I heard everyone laugh. I started to cry, looking into everyone's laughing faces. "W-why?" I cried out, screaming. I felt another blow to the head, then I blacked out.

End

Camila had tears in her eyes as she finish her story. How can somebody hurt such an innocent girl? Heartless fuckers. I bring her into a hug and just stare into space. I have two more on my list.