Keith leaned in closer, causing me to shrink back into the couch. "But wouldn't you rather be more than that? I know I would." He whispered. "I want to feel your skin against mine... I want to touch you, Lance... I want to have the taste of your mouth embedded into my tastebuds for all eternity... I want to fu-"
"T-That's enough!" I yelped, then clapped a hand to my mouth. What if I had upset him? What would he do to me? Oh quiznak, I think I messed up... Keith paused. He just stared at me lovingly.
"I'm sorry... I didn't... I...." I stammered, nervous. Keith placed a finger against my mouth, and I shut up immediately.
"It's ok... I understand... you're not used to your new life, right? But don't worry...~ It'll all be ok...~ I'm here for you...~ Forever...~" He whispered. It sent chills racing up my spine.
I felt cold. I felt sick. Like I was gonna puke. Who knew what else he did to those poor girls? I should have never tried to be flirty. I should have shut myself away from the world.
"Lance? Are you ok?"
I closed my eyes, not wanting to respond. What was I doing here again? I should leave. I need to leave. My family will be worried about me. I can't sit around all day in the house of a psychopath!
"Lance?"
I opened my eyes, and a wave of dizziness hit me. I swallowed. And then darkness took over me.
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