CORDUROY DREAMS || PAYTON MOORMEIER

to kill🔆

"wake up!" payton, the mafia leader who i somehow got forced in to a marriage with, shook me. today he was going to take me to the base and teach me how to shoot people. for no reason. none at all.

"no." i mumble and roll over. i hear a gun being loaded above my head, soon after something hard puts pressure against my head.

"get up." he whispers in my ear. i quickly open my eyes and sit up. "see you downstairs in five minutes." he puts the gun back in his pocket and walks out of the room. i get ready into a black spaghetti strap and black ripped jeans with a gucci belt. i do my normal things and head downstairs. "ready?" he asks with a soft smile. i was the only one he would show his emotions to.. well the two emotions he had 'unlocked' as i like to call it. happy or angry, nothing else. out of the year and a half i've been here, he's never cried or felt guilty for something, and he rarely smiles. it's easy to piss him off if i'm being honest. we drive to the base and he uses the hand scanner to open the door. we arrive in the white room that has a mirror on the left wall and a leather chair in the middle. somehow everything was spotless from the blood of the previous person. "bring them out." payton demands the guy in the black suit and black glasses. he drags a little girl, maybe thirteen, out. her hair was a light brown and her mouth was taped shut. muffled sobs left her mouth and tears streamed down her face. she was cuffed by the hands and ankles to the chair. payton hands me and heavy yet small gun and points at the girl. "shoot her."

"no.. no i cant!" i take the gun in my hands and look at him in disbelief.

"i'll bring you wherever you want after this." he smirks ever so slightly and his breath fans out on my lips.

"payto-"

"just do it."

"wherever?" i ask.

"mhm." i mouth 'i'm sorry' to the girl and shoot, closing my eyes.

"you missed." payton mumbles and i keep my eyes shut.

"really?!" i ask in excitement.

"nope!" he replies popping the 'p.' i open one eye and see the slightest glimpse of the dead body. i slam my head into payton's chest and breath heavily. "hey, it's fine! it's only one kill so far." he says sarcastically. the sobs of another person echo in the room and i look up, seeing him. he was maybe in his 40's. "you know him." payton says and i look closer at him. holy shit.. that's my uncle!

"don't kill him!" i plead, "he's innocent!"

"hm, funny. i don't have my money that he promised." payton raised the gun and reached a hand out to grab my head and pull it back into his chest, covering my ear with one hand before he shot. "you know, i love seeing you cry." he whispers in my ear and shoots the gun. "you wanna know why?"

"what?! no!"

"we'll, i'm gonna tell you." he brings me to and empty chair in sits on it, bringing me into his lap. "because every time you cry it shows weakness, and weakness makes me angry, and angriness makes me want to kill. and when i want to kill, i'll kill.. and you know how much i love seeing people beg for their lives." he pauses and lifts my head up, "therefore, that's why i love seeing you cry." what a fucking psychopath!

"why don't you just kill me?" he chuckles softly.

"because i love you." payton says in an 'are you a fucking idiot' tone.

"mhm i love you too you fucking complete hot- stupid- ugly- sexy- psychopath." i stutter between each adjective. i mean, i could go on and on and on about him. great in the be-

oh shut up!

"so, can we go now?" i smile innocently and he gets up.

"where to?"

hell yeah!

...

"my pleasure!" the lady at the drive thru window of chic-fil-a said.

"why did we go there again?" payton rolls his eyes.

"you said we could if i killed someone."

"oh, right."

well, i killed someone completely fucking innocent today!