"What have you done...?" You find yourself pressing yourself into the door, hand fumbling for the handle. Your blood felt ice cold in your veins as you stared at the bloody suit that lay against the wall on the furthest side of the room, limp with that god awful copper scent that made you nauseous.
"Shhh, shh, shh." The man in purple cooed, stepping closer, his finger pressing against your lips. "I only did what I had to, alright? I couldn't have anything happening to you, now could I? And you can't have anything happen to me...Can you?" He said, gripping your face in one hand and forcing you to look into those dark, cold eyes of his. "No one needs to know, right?" He said, voice soft, yet clearly dripping with a hidden edge. "It's you and me, love. Don't do anything rash...Got it?" His nails dig into your flesh, making you whine out.
"Got it...."
(Art for cover by: Noisx on Twitter)