a/n: I don't know where this came from... I'm a weird kid :P

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“Smile for me…"

She shook her head violently, biting down on the gag in her mouth. Her gray eyes, beaded with tears pleaded silently with someone she couldn’t see. She clenched and unclenched her fists, the chains digging uncomfortably into her wrists making link-shaped bruises in her skin.

He sighed and stroked her hair, pushing it off her sweaty forehead. She whimpered.

“Shhh…” he consoled as he pet her hair softly, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. “Smile… Please?” He cocked his head. “No? Okay.” The knife in his hand slid gracefully across her cheek, leaving a line of blood. A muffled scream came from deep in her throat and fresh tears sprung to her eyes. She squeezed them shut and the tears slipped silently down her face, mixing with the blood sliding down her face and onto the metal table. Her eyes closed, but it made no difference whether they were open or not. A sob wracked her body and spasms terrorized her legs as he stood over her. Watching.

He sighed and dropped the knife with a clatter. “Why won’t you smile?” He whispered. “Why don’t they ever smile?” He yelled, slamming his fists down on the table. She jumped and opened her eyes again, directing them towards the source of the noise.

He looked down at her almost lovingly. “I’m sorry.” She felt a hand touch her cheek gently, making fingerprints in the blood. “You know I didn’t mean that.” She shivered beneath his fingertips and he withdrew them and hugged his hand to his chest.

“So… Will you smile for me?”

Her back arched up involuntarily, the muscles hardening painfully. She gripped the edge of the table and tried desperately to ease herself back down, gasping as her arms twitched in protest. Then it was over. She flopped back down on the table and sighed gratefully.

He watched her intently as she breathed heavily, her chest moving up and down with each heaving breath. Then, he slowly bent down and retrieved the knife from the tiled floor. He held it over her and moved it back and forth. “Yes…? No…?”

She just kept breathing, trying to slow her heartbeat, willing the cramp that was pulsating up and down her right leg to go away.

He sighed again. “Now that’s just not good enough.” And with one swift motion, he slit her throat.

Her eyes grew wide as blood gushed from the wound, soaking her shirt and spraying him with warm fluid. He didn’t seem to mind, though. He just watched as her jerky movements ceased and her body relaxed.

He wiped the knife on the leg of her jeans, leaving them streaked with her blood, and laughed. “ ‘Just smile,’ I say. But they never do…” He bent over her body and laid a hand over her eyes, closing them. He smiled as he took the knife and began to cut her lips at the edges, the slice curving up into a gruesome smile.

“There,” he said, admiring his work. “Now, that wasn’t so hard.” He leaned down and kissed her smiling lips.

“What a beautiful smile you have, my dear.”