Ataraxia

IM NOT A WRITER AT ALL
just bored and writing scenarios in my head made up and real life mixed...

He sits on the sofa and i go over to him straddling him.
"Wait a second" he says before he reaches in his pants and takes something out.
"You have a knife in your pants?" i say with a laugh but also a bit worried.. i only met him three times before he could still be a serial killer.

"Yeah i do, why are you scared?" he asks me with a little smile.
I take the knife out his hand open it and hold it against his chest.
"Are you?" i say laughing thinking i have the operand and might tease him a little but he proves me wrong in a second.
He grabs my throat and smashes me down on the sofa.
hovering over me coming close to my ear he whispers with s smirk on his face:
"shouldn't have done that little girl"
And i feel the knife slightly on my skin but im not scared..
i actually feel safe and so.. fucking...