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.I don’t know why, but I wanted him to know all of the details.He didn’t seem to want to know, but I didn’t care.“In a bathtub, so it would be easy to clean up.”“You see, this is why I couldn’t leave you alone in the bathroom,” he said, the joke falling flat.Then he turned serious again, his eyelashes fluttering down on his cheeks.He moved to my side, the bar of soap gliding over my shoulder.My breath went shallow as he touched my neck.“Did it hurt, kitten?”The scar throbbed again, and I clamped back on the feeling.Was he being nice to me in order to manipulate me? I wanted to reach out to him, but I didn’t want him to have control over me.Not like that.I pressed my lips together before speaking.“It hurt less than I thought, and I felt myself just—slipping away”“Yes.”“That’s why I’m not so scared.To die, that is.It was… peaceful.”A smile tugged on the corners of his mouth.“What?”He looked up at me, his hand falling back from my skin.“The way I kill people, it’s not peaceful for them.”I jerked away from him, the water splashing at the edge of the tub.“Why would you say that?”“Say what?”“Why would you say that to me? That you wouldn’t kill me peacefully? Or—”“Oh, I wouldn’t kill you at all,” he said, raising his eyebrows as though he was surprised my conclusion.“But you kill others.Torture them.”He smiled sadly and wrung hot water over my shoulder.The washcloth felt rough against my skin, and I wanted his hand back on me, as much as I hated to want it.“I told you, kitten, these are not good men that I find.I need to kill, and if anyone has to die, it is a good thing that it is them.”I looked back down at my wrists.The white scar almost glowed against the redness of my skin in the heat of the steam.“Have you ever thought about it?” I asked quietly.“Suicide?”“Killing myself?” He laughed out loud, and the sound echoed against the bathroom tiles.It was such a strange reaction, but his laugh made me want to laugh along, that’s how infectious it was.“God, no.That’s abnormal.”“Abnormal?”“I’m not judging,” he said, spreading his hands.“It’s simply abnormal.”I blinked hard.His reaction took me completely aback.“I can’t believe a serial killer thinks I’m abnormal.”“Take it as a compliment.Most people are like me: we enjoy life.Or at the very least, we don’t want it taken away from us.I think that’s what joy is.”“I can’t… I don’t…”“Don’t worry, kitten,” he said, smiling.“But answer another question for me, please.A trade, if you like.”“Sure,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.It felt crazy to have a serial killer laughing at me for trying to kill myself.Then again, there wasn’t anything that wasn’t crazy about this whole situation.“Tell me, kitten,” he said, still smiling boldly at me, “why exactly did you try to kill yourself?”GavDelicious, her body.The water turned the pale skin pink, reddened her cheeks in the white fog of the water.She held her arms up obediently on either side of the tub, the bandages only a few inches above the waterline.I kept waiting for her hands to slide down accidentally toward the water, but they never did.She was perfectly in control of her body.I could see it from the way she moved.Carefully, her toes tested the water, slipped in only when she was sure that it wouldn’t burn.I wouldn’t burn you, I wanted to say.I wouldn’t hurt you.Of course, that wasn’t quite true.“Why did you try to kill yourself?”It was a simple question, but from the way she reacted I could tell that it was one she hadn’t had to answer in a long time.Her plump pink lips parted, her chestnut hair darkening almost to black at the roots from where her sweat had moistened it.A strand of hair lay stuck to her neck, and I wanted to brush it away and kiss the spot it had left.“I was bored,” she said.“Of life?”“Yes
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