morbid pleasure - harrystyles
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"You have been here for more than two minutes and I am still alive."
"There is no hurry Miss Anderson." He said softly, perching on the edge of my desk.
"Ah then the actual killing is not your greatest joy. You must savour the preceding moments."
"You have insight Miss Anderson."
"And as long as I keep you entertained, in one manner or another, I remain alive?"
"Within a time limit, of course."
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