Before Dane could even take off his boxers to in his exact words "give me the best sex of my life" he passed out on the living room floor. I think the only time he looked this innocent was when he was asleep. Despite smelling like a bathroom of an old bar, he looked perfect. I couldn't help but sit there and stare at his face. His undeniably warm face. My finger carefully slides down to the edge of his slight chapped lips. Down to the corner of his chiseled chin. He was carved out like an ancient Roman sculpture. Why did someone this perfect have to be a monstrous, narcissistic killer? But then again, the good looking ones were usually the crazy ones. I dig my nail into his shoulder blade. Just to see if he was really passed out, he doesn't move. I dig deeper enough to leave a mark on him. He mumbles and turns away. I really just wanted to make him hurt; bleed. Make him feel pain the way I felt it.

Quickly I run over and search through his pants. This was my chance. The keys! I found them, finally the heavy who knows how many keys was in my hands. I run up to the door, god why did he need so many keys for. It took the tenth key to finally open the door, nervously I look back and see him still sleeping. It was now or never.

I manage to turn his old 1970s Chevrolet on, before hearing a tug in the back of the car. I bite my lip and look at the house, I had to leave now but I also just had to find out what was in the back of his car, I definitely didn't want to drive around with a body in the trunk. Apprehensive, I slowly walk towards the trunk. "Please, please don't let it be a body." I mumble.

"Don't worry it's not"

Ever jumped so hard during a scene of a scary movie that you could feel your heart jump out of your chest and even maybe pee a little? Well this was it. Whatever food that I ate earlier today, was threatening to come up.

His hard large hands grip tightly onto my waist as he pushed me aside and puts the keys in the trunk. Dan's cold eyes stared me down. "I actually brought you gift but like always..." A small little beagle looked up as he opened the trunk. It whined and moved his little paws up towards us. "...you fuck shit up"

"Dane no!"

He was relentless, he forcefully crushed the beagles' little body. I hadn't realized that Dan had a knife with him till he began to stab his lifeless body.

"Look"

"Dane no please stop." I cry.

"LOOK! Look at what you made me do. You had to fuck shit up. This puppy was a gift for you but because you try to play this little game of hide and seek. It died. Because of you!"

I begin to walk towards the house, I couldn't run if I wanted to. He was faster even if drunk.

He shoved the bloody switchblade into my hand.

"No"

"Take it!"he wraps the fingers against it. "you did this"

I shake my head no.

"Yes, yes you did Susan."

Sobbing and hyperventilating I swing the knife at him.

He grins, "Come on I'll give you a chance to get a hit on me. Do it, come on I even dare you."

I try to wipe the tears that made it hard to see. I just wanted to hurt him, so bad.

He laughs and I hated it.

I charge towards Dan but fail to take a hit on him and clumsy trip over his foot.

"Oh come on Susan, you can do better than that."

"Shut up!" I yell

His lips twitch into a grin, he raises his arms straight out like a cross with his feet side by side. "Come to me my love..."

With all the force left in me I charge up to him once again but before I could reach him, his rugged hands grip on my wrists and twist the knife out of my hands. "Really Susan. you missed your chance"

"Let me go" I cry.

He pulls a fistful of my hair back, "you brought this on yourself Susan." He lets go and violently pushes me inside the house.

"You're a monster!"

He locks the doors behind us and tosses the puppy's lifeless body into the back yard. "You don't have to tell me twice."

I push me knees up to my chest and close my eyes.

"If you had been a good girl and listen to me like you should have, none of this would have happened." He whispers. "Look at me"

"No"

"Look. At. Me."

His finger lifts my chin but I refused to open my eyes. He didn't deserve my obedience. He immediately grabs my head and forces me against his, crushing his wet lips against mine. "Remember who you belong to Susan."