"You're so pretty," Morro whispered, "I wish I didn't have to ruin you." He twirled the knife in his hand, his green skin glowing in the dark light. I whimpered, scared for my life. "Please," I begged, "why are you doing this?" "'Cause it's what I do. I crush dreams, I crush hearts, same as the last girl." "I'm not the last girl! I love you, Morro! I love you!" "What?" I opened my eyes as I heard the knife dropping to the floor, and before I knew it, his lips were pressed to mine. [WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE] [WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE THEMES]