"Tell me what I need to know or else." He says calmly. His gaze cold and threatening but his face calm and collected. "Or else what" I challenged with a look of indifference and a bored tone. I wasn't afraid of death. Depression does that to you. "Or else I'll make sure you suffer a painful death" his calm demeanor still intact but his promising eyes told me he would do it, he would kill me. But I didn't care, this wouldn't be the first time I looked death in the eyes but the difference now is that death was a beautiful blue eyed man with dirty blonde hair. Tempting. •~•~• Nothing is about as sweet as a hot cup of revenge served with a whole lot of love. •~•~•