Unintentional Prompts: "It takes the same pressure to bit your finger off as it does to bite into a carrot"; "I may look calm, but in my head I've killed you many times"

Word count: 520

Psychiatrist

"Did you know that it takes the same pressure to bite your finger off as it does to bite into a carrot?"

"Why would I want to know that?" Alise asked Ren.

Ren, who was perched on the edge of the large white chair rather than recline like he was meant to, grinned at her slyly. "Because it's an interesting fact." Ren twisted the word, like he was trying to make the word itself something more than just a word.

Alise suppressed a shudder as she reached for her notes. She didn't look up as she asked her question.

"Ren, tell me, as truthfully as you can, what made you do it?"

At the phrase what made you do it? Ren's head shot up, a maniacal grin plastered where there was a sly one before. "If you expect me to tell the truth just you say so, you are very much mistaken, Alise."

What made him do it? What made him kill. What made him murder. Made him murder his family. His relatives.

His cruel relatives.

He would never say what happened, what made him snap. All she needed to know was that he killed his family.

A sigh was heard from the stool. Alise jotted a few notes down as Ren took in his surroundings.

A white room, nothing unusual, all the rooms where white. The chair he was sitting on was white, the paper and pens Alise was using were white, and though Ren was sure the ink wasn't, because how would Alise see whatever she had written if the ink was white? That would be stupid.

Everything was white, the walls, floor, scarce furniture, equipment, everything. The only colour was the paintings on the walls. All scenic. Ren amused himself by imagining what the walls would look like with Alise's blood on them.

That would be entertaining.

Ren could see it. He would smash the one way window on the far wall and use a shard to slash Alise's jugular. He would use the same shard to paint the walls red.

Of cause, by smashing the window, he would set off the alarms and armed guards would come rushing in.

He would have to think of other ways.

"Ren!" Alise was waving a hand in front of Ren's face, it was quite disconcerting.

"Is there something you want, Alise?" Ren asked, quite calmly.

Alise sat up straighter, lifting her head high and fixing an icy gaze on Ren.

"They told me nothing good ever comes when you look calm."

"And rightly so." Ren threw a disarming smile at Alise. "I may look calm, but in my head I've already killed you more than once."

Alise thought a bit, then gave a nervous laugh when she realised he was serious.

A couple of raps on the door ended the allocated session.

"It was a pleasure," Ren doffed an imaginary hat as he was escorted from the room by burly men.

Alise just watched him go.

One day, she would know why Ren was locked up.

One day, she would get a straight answer out of him.

One day.