chapter seven

"It's very important that you keep the toy safe, and that you take care of it. If you do not keep it safe, I will be very angry, and I will not be able to control myself."

I say this in a stern and authoritative tone, trying to create a sense of fear in her. I'm trying to make her believe that if she doesn't take care of the heart, I will become very angry and unstable.

"I have invested a lot of time and energy into this thing, and I expect you to take very good care of it, otherwise I will be furious. Do you understand me?"

I lean in even closer to her, my voice becoming slightly louder and more aggressive. I'm hoping that this increase in aggression will show her how serious I am, and how important I consider this heart.

"Don't make me angry," I whisper in her ear. "I'm giving you this toy as a way of showing you how much I trust you and care about you," my voice becoming a bit louder as I try to intimidate her with this warning.

I can see the fear and terror in her expression, the sense of fear now replacing the shock and blankness. Her face is twisted with fear, and one of her legs has started moving backwards towards the door as she gets ready to run away.

I see her body language and I can see she's about to turn and run away. I can also see that she's starting to tremble in fear, her entire body shaking slightly.

I lean in even closer to her and I whisper into her ear, "Don't think you can escape, my dear. I will find you and when I do, I will make you wish you hadn't run away."

My voice is menacing and aggressive now, and my eyes have narrowed into a narrow, sharp look. I'm trying to instill fear in her, to make her believe that she's trapped and that I'll find her if she tries to run away.

I reach out and grab her arm, my fingers wrapping tightly around her wrist. I squeeze her arm tightly, making sure that she can't pull away. I continue to whisper in her ear, "I'll find you and I will make you regret that you ran away."

My grip is tight around her and she loses her balance. As she starts to fall, I pull her back towards me and she ends up sitting down on the floor. I can see her body is shaking slightly, and she's starting to lose control of her emotions.

I keep my grasp on her firmly, preventing her from getting up. I whisper in her ear, "Don't get up, don't move. Don't think you have a choice here. You'll stay here, and you'll do whatever I want."

I picked her up with ease, like she was almost nothing. I carried her to the bedroom, and I placed her gently down on the bed. I kept the heart which is in the container next to her, close enough that she could see it.

After I placed her on the bed, and I sat next to her, keeping my eyes fixated on her. She's lying down on the bed now. I'm keeping my eyes on her the entire time, trying to keep her attention focused on me.

She isn't looking at me as I sit next to her. She's avoiding eye contact, which makes me feel like she's feeling more uncomfortable and scared. I feel like she needs to keep looking at me, so I move my gaze to her eyes and I keep staring at her.

I lean in close to her and I hold her cheeks firmly. I hold her face in my hands , and I ask her to look at me.

"Look at me," I say, my words a command. I keep my grip on her cheeks. She doesn't look at me, and I tighten my grip. I squeeze her cheeks, forcing her eyes to look at me.

She can't avoid my gaze and in her eyes I see both fear and desperation. She keeps my gaze and she stares deep into my eyes.

I feel a strange sense inside me, as if I'm feeling something I'm not supposed to. I feel an unfamiliar sensation like empathy, and it makes me feel uncomfortable and unsettling. I pull my gaze away from her and I walk out of the room, trying to push away the feeling.

I walk out of her room, and I make my way towards my own room. I'm not sure what the feeling is, and I don't want to think about it or dwell on it anymore. I simply want to be alone for a while.

I'm suddenly overwhelmed with a flurry of bad memories. My chest starts to hurt, and I can feel a sharp stabbing pain in my chest.

The pain grows, the memory of something horrible I had completely blocked out starts to take shape before my eyes. It's like I'm reliving the entire event all over again.

A dark and sinister smile spreads across my face, and my eyes become narrow and sharp. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, the rush of adrenaline filling the darkness and the desire for violence starts to take over.

I walk into the room, the room filled with an overwhelming presence of blood. The air seems thick with it, and the smell of blood is thick and pungent.

I can't help but smile, as I stand inside the room full of blood. I feel a strong sense of satisfaction, as I take in the sight and smell of the blood.

I brush my hands against the walls of the room, feeling how sticky and viscous the blood is. I smell the curtains and take in the thick aroma of stale blood. I look at the throne-like chair in the corner of the room, and I feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.

I pretend I'm a king, sitting on the throne, surrounded by my subjects. Everyone is kneeling before me, begging for mercy. They're begging for me to spare them, to show them kindness and forgiveness.

They're pleading with me in their soft and pitiful voices, grovelling at my feet. I have all the power and all the authority, and they are completely at my mercy.

My power is absolute, and they all know it. I can't help but feel a smug sense of satisfaction as I look at them and watch them grovel. They are kneeling before me like puppets, begging for a chance at survival.

My fantasy gets boring pretty quickly, since it's a just that, a fantasy. I can't actually enjoy it to the fullest extent, since it's not real. I'm just imagining things.

I feel the urge to take my own blood, to sprinkle it on my skin. I feel the dark urge rising up inside of me, growing stronger with each passing minute. I can't resist the urge any longer, and I can't help myself.

I see a died subject on the ground, and I'm suddenly drawn towards it. I feel a sense of excitement and anticipation inside of me, and the urge to take its blood, to feel it on my skin, is rising up stronger than ever.

After a moment of hesitation, I can't resist the urge anymore. I bend down and I raise my hand, taking the blood and smearing it on my face.

I let the blood flow down my face, running down over my lips and cheeks. I feel it's warmth as it drips down, staining my skin and leaving a red trail that seems to flow endlessly.

And I love the feeling, the sensation of the blood flowing down my skin like a stream of fresh water. It's a feeling of power, a feeling of dominance that is intoxicating.

I've enjoyed this little taste of power, and now I'm ready for the next step. I want to visit the girl in the room, and see what I can do with her. I think it will be even more satisfying than just a fantasy.

I walk out of the room, and I make my way back to the girl's room. She's still lying there, seemingly untouched by the events that happened prior. But I know it's just a matter of time before I do something else to her, and I'm ready to start messing with her.

I walk in, feeling more excited than ever. I'm ready to have some fun, to take what I wish from her and do what I want.

I walk over to her bed and I grab her ankle, pulling at it softly and gently. She's still sleeping, so she remains motionless. I can see that her face is covered in light sweat, her breath quiet and steady.

I pull her ankle a bit harder this time, and I see she starts to stir but she's still in a deep sleep. I keep pulling at her ankle, wanting to wake her up but also wanting to keep her in a peaceful state so I can enjoy this.

She starts to stir more, and she turns over slightly. I can hear her breath becoming quieter, and I notice there's a slight trembling of her legs.

Her trembling legs is a sign that she's starting to wake up, and I notice she starts to stir, beginning to awaken. My grip around her ankle grows tighter as I pull a bit harder, wanting her to wake up.

I continue to pull at her ankle, and I notice she starts to move with more vigor. She begins wriggling her legs, and she starts trying to pull her leg back from me.

She starts to become more agitated and her movements are becoming stronger. Her legs are now flailing, and she's trying to struggle to free her leg from my grasp. I don't let up, I keep pulling at her leg and she keeps resisting my hold.

Her wriggling is becoming more and more intense, and I feel her muscles starting to tense as she fights to escape. I can feel her strength, and I feel a thrill of excitement.

She continues to struggle against my grasp, and I can feel a burst of adrenaline coursing through my body. I'm enjoying this struggle and I'm enjoying the feeling of her trying to resist me.

The struggle is exciting me, and I'm enjoying the feeling of her resisting and trying to get away. Her legs are now kicking and shaking wildly, and I can feel her fighting against me with all of her strength.

She's now kicking so strongly that I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by her movements. I'm still holding tightly onto her leg, but I'm starting to lose control of the situation.

Her limbs are flailing with such fierce and violent force that I'm starting to feel like I'm about to lose control of the situation. I feel my grip beginning to slip, and I'm trying to regain it, but she's so insistent in her struggle that I feel like I'm almost at the breaking point.

My grip is getting looser, and I'm trying to get a better hold on her leg so I don't lose her. But her leg is kicking with such force that I feel like my hands are about to give way.

I'm starting to think I'm going to lose her, and I can't afford to that. There's something I want to do with her, something I've been holding back. I don't know the exact intention, but I know the urge is there, and I'm starting to feel like I should give into my urges.

I move on top of her, and I pin her wrists down to the bed. I'm holding her down forcefully, my body pressing down on her.

I press down on her and my weight starts to overwhelm her, and I can feel her struggling against me, but her strength is fading.

I lean in close to her, my breath against her neck. I whisper in her ear, "Would you like to have some fun?"