Dan was a renowned serial killer. He stalked the victim, kidnapped, tortured and killed them, perfectly disposing the bodies. When his partner in crime got... fired... he went on the search of a new partner, he finds a young English major named Phil...
When Dan woke up, he saw that the nineteen year old wasn't in the bed. A ping of sadness hitting the pit of his stomach as he got dressed for the day. He decided on a simple gray sweater and some blue jeans, throwing on the closest pair of sneakers. He left his hair as is, throwing on a beanie before going downstairs to the dining room. When he walked in, he saw a pajama clad, topless Phil feeding Olivine. Shock, and an overwhelming joy, painted his face as he sat down to join them.
"When did you come up last night?" Phil asked when he saw Dan there.
"About five hours after our talk," Dan answered. "Turns out the company wasn't as fun as I thought they'd be. So are we still on for today?"
"I don't have a babysitter," Phil sighed. "I can't leave her alone."
"We will leave her with Victoria," Dan shrugged. "Victoria was my nanny. She was there for me through everything. We can trust her, okay?"
"Yeah sure," Phil smiled nervously, Dan calling Victoria in.
"Do you need anything, Sir?" Victoria asked, directing it to Phil.
"Dan and I would like to go out for a little while," Phil spoke with soft words. "Would you please watch Livvy while we are out?"
"Why of course I could," Victoria nodded. "I will take over for you. You may leave whenever you like. She will be quite okay."
Phil thanked the woman before the two men went out to Dan's car this time. They drove to Phil's new apartment, expecting for Phil to get clothes, and come back out, to go somewhere more private than an apartment with wide, bright windows. Dan sat in the car as Phil went in. Dan turned his CD player on and listened to his music mix. The instrumental intro to Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen started the disk, Dan closing his eyes and just getting lost in the music. When his twenty song CD started over, he wondered where Phil was. He got out of his car and going into the complex. When he walked into the flat, he saw Phil arguing with the girl he was starting to hate.
"I was wondering what was taking you so long," Dan smirked, a plan swirling in his head."Hope, I am sorry I was an asshole. I want to start over. My name is Daniel, and I am a music history graduate. I am getting a job at the college down the street, and I went to Manchester University for school. I have to say that you're a pretty sexy woman, Hope."
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, her and Phil both shocked what Dan had said.
"I thought so from the beginning," he lied, trying to find the smirk as he texted Phil that he was lying. "In fact, I want to show you a few things I have up my sleeves. Phil, you can take my car and drive to the place we were going. I am going to show her what I do with dirty girls like her."
"I... okay..." Phil choked out, silently walking out the door.
"Take me to your car," Dan growled. "We'll drive to my place, and I will show you my toys in the basement. I don't do vanilla."
"Nor do I," she bit her lip, trying to get close to the man.
"Save that for the basement," Dan winked, them both going to the car.
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"Wow!" She gasped, looking at all of the toys, ties, whips, chairs, and more. "You weren't fucking lying!"
"I want you to wear a collar," Dan nibbled at her ear. "I want you to be my pet, Hope."
"Yes, Daddy!" Hope moaned, him putting a collar on her, fastening it with a lock.
"Let's go to one of those rooms, yeah?" Dan suggested, her nodding and following him into one of the cells. Before he could notice what he was doing, his lips were on hers, distracting her from the chain that would keep her in the room.
"You're a good kisser," she moaned after he pulled away.
"And you're now my prisoner," Dan laughed. "I am tired of you always messing up a good mood. You have been a bad girl, so you shall be punished, and not the good kind of punished. I may let you out alive, but it's unlikely because I'd love to watch you bleed out. You're right about me being a serial killer. Just know that if you do anything stupid, I have my ways to make you stop. You understand?"
"You're a monster!" She spat.
"I may be," he smirked, pulling out his black knife, "but I'm a beautiful monster with beautiful toys. Maybe you'll meet them all. This one is my baby. Her name is Hannah and she's named after my first kill. Hannah became obsessed with my father and killed my family while I was away. In return, I snuck into her house, drugged her, and killed her in an abandoned house that was burnt after the body was turned to ash. No one ever found her. After that, I was addicted to the pleasure it caused, and now you'll be just another girl that gets me off by bleeding out. You're lucky, because as I said, I am a beautiful monster. I'll make sure you get food, but that's all I'm giving you right now. I may give you occasional showers and you will get me off. Now if you excuse me, I have to go fuck your ex fiance."
"Da..." is all she could say before he walked out, locking her in the cell. He went upstairs and to the makeshift nursery.
"Victoria," Dan called, catching the woman's attention. "We have a new one. You know exactly what to do."
"Yes, Daniel," Victoria nodded obediently, Dan walking back out of the house and driving Hope's car to the hotel.
