By The Way, DanPlan Imagines

Stephen

Dere's Part 4
After the first accidental murder we committed..we, along with our emotions, went south. We couldn't care less because we don't feel anything. I guess you could call us insane, or psycho.

"Tell us what we need to know, or you'll feel real pain," I smile calmly. Stephen grabs my wrist gently, taking the knife from my grasp. He takes my face in his hand softly and holds me closely.

"You're so cute when you're angry," he chuckles. I wink and his smile grows. Our lips meet roughly and he drops the knife. He pushes a hand against my back so that my chest is pressed against his.

"I'd rather be killed than see that," the man gags. I turn to him and grab the knife, throwing it in his shoulder. A loud scream escapes his mouth and Stephen gives my hand a tight squeeze before letting go, so I can finish what I started.

"We'll continue that later," he bites his lip and turns the upper half of his body sideways to look past me and see the damage I caused.

He scoops me up off the ground and spins me. I rest my arms on his shoulders and look down at him. He smiles and I kiss his forehead.

"Just let me finish up and I'll be right with you, okay? Then we'll go meet with Jay to clean up the mess," I promise. He sighs and rolls his eyes, looking at the man.

"She's spending a lot of time with you. She must really like you," he scoffs. I giggle and he puts me down.

"That's not it at all, he's just a stubborn one. Maybe we can get out the potato peeler and see if he talks, yeah? We need that money, sir," I glare into his eyes.

He gulps and looks at the ground.

It's..an odd one but I think it's alright. Haha