[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]
𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬: 𝐉&𝐏
"You know kissing is much more safer then shaking hands-" He whispers to me but she cuts him off, very much annoyed by his presence.
"Ok Mr-"
"It's Doctor." He rolls he eyes. Maybe the feeling...
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<<Natalie's P.O.V>>
How can an unsub seem experienced, yet so stupid at the same time? This guy is basically spilling his guts at every question that I ask.
Well, you know what they say.
Two can keep a secret, If one of them is dead.
Oh wait this is a confession, I'm going to die. And I'm late at work! This is going so well, I might as well consider my self a lost cause.
"Ugh! That was really unnecessary." I hissed, clenching my teeth from the pain. He stabbed my arm, because I kept moving from side to side, and he needed me to not move.
"Are you going to need this or can I keep it?" I asked, pointing my head to the knife sticking out of me.
He didn't even respond, how rude.
"Hey Martin?" I called him. "I told you my name is not Martin, can you shut up?" He said obviously angry. "But you look like a Martin." I pressed on.
He just sends my way a glare, a tired one. This man, seems to have undergone through lots of pain. He doesn't seem to actually want to do this.
"I promise I will stop annoying you, if you answer some questions okay?" He doesn't say anything, so I continue.
"Why are you actually doing this? I'm trying to understand, but it doesn't even seem like you enjoy what you are doing. You seem tired, tired from the world, from everything. Do you want to talk about it?" I ask, with genuine interest, and sympathy for the man in front of me.
He looks up, to meet my face.
"I'm being forced to kill people. If I stop, he will haunt me, he won't let me rest " He says, worried.
"Who won't?"
"I can't tell you." he whispers.
He is on the verge of crying. He wants this to stop. The thing is, I dont know if this 'someone' that he is talking about is real or just a product of his imagination.
"You know, I cut their throats cause I can't hear their screams. They terrify me. If i don't, I will be able to hear them at night. They won't leave me alone!" He is now fully on crying.
My arm's muscle memory mechanism, went to rub his head, breaking the restraints in the process. As they feel down the floor, we both looked at each other dumbfounded. I went over to him, and hugged him. If I wanted to get out of here alive, I needed him to trust me.
