"Do I frighten you, my lovely?"
"No! Quit trying! I'm not easy to scare!" she yelled defiantly.
He laughed. It was something he did often, and it disturbed her greatly.
"You're a frivolous and meddlesome little dolly," he said in a very delicate tone.
Trying to avoid his eyes, which were glinting maliciously, she stared intently at her skirt.
"You flaunt the nonrealistic dark side of your personality, but when faced with true horror," he continued, and as he spoke, he touched her cheek with his long, cold fingers, causing her to draw back, "you cringe!"
She shivered. She tried to speak, but no words would escape her lips.
He pulled his hand away and stepped backwards. She was relieved for a moment, but seeing the smirk on his face unnerved her.
"You worthless little thing. You worthless, messy, narcissistic little thing," he taunted.
"I'm not narcissistic," she said softly.
"LIAR! I'll bet you think I brought you here because I find you attractive!"
"FOOL! YOU'RE NOT EVEN PRETTY!"
"Really, no, I don't think I am, I---"
"BUT IT GOES STRAIGHT TO YOUR HEAD WHEN THEY SAY YOU'RE CUTE, DOESN'T IT?"
"Stop it!" she screeched, more bravely than was wise. "I'm not stuck-up or popular or anything! I'm one of the most hated girls at my school, really! You've got me all wrong! You think you know things about me....YOU THINK---"
She looked up to see that he'd been smiling throughout her entire rant.
"There are so many things you don't know about me, yet there is nothing I don't know about you. It's not a good idea to spill out your insides so sloppily," he said in a voice that sent chills down her spine. "You're tainting my filthy ground."
"I...I don't understand," she said, trembling.
"OF COURSE YOU DON'T!" he bellowed. "YOU'LL NEVER EVEN CARE! I'M NOT KEEPING YOU HERE FOR ETERNITY, YOU FILTHY THING! I CAN'T STAND TO LOOK AT YOU BECAUSE YOU CAN'T STAND TO LOOK AT ME!"
He grabbed her wrist. She was shaking visibly as she struggled. There was no escape, and she knew it.
His knife was already out, and he managed to slash her across the shoulder.
Resistance was truly useless. He threw her to the ground, holding the knife above her heart.
She cried and screamed and protested.
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?"
He grinned like the maniac he was.
"How nice you appear to me, bleeding, with tears running down your face. It's so lovely to see you looking so deeply tormented at last," he mused. "I HOPE DEATH IS FUN!" he raged. "I HOPE YOU LOVE IT MORE THAN I LOVE LIFE! YOU FILTHY, HAPPY THING!"
Needless to say, she was not all that happy as he commenced to stab her to death. Considering she died, she would never know it...but that night, for the first time in five years, he slept peacefully.