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there's something sweet about the way he bares his teeth at you. there's something tender in his actions as he pins you down and grinds his cigarette into your collarbone. he looks at you with love as he wraps his hands tight around your throat, ignoring the stupid advice he saw online on how to 'choke someone properly' without injuring them. he wants to get you as close as you can to death, and you really don't mind 'cause he's always very pretty from this angle. (you remember telling him one day- he laughed harder than you'd ever heard)
you're tangled together, fingers digging into pressure points, pained gasps escaping your throat and he's nipping at your neck and mumbling things you can't hear.
"i can't-" you're interrupted by him dragging his nails down your chest and into your boxers. you push your hips into his hand. "i can't hear you."
he huffs out a little laugh, feeling for your cock clumsily as he tilts his head so he's talking almost directly into your ear.
"i want to kill you." he whispers, pressing a kiss to your jaw as he pinches your cock between two fingers and strokes. you let out a noise similar to a sob.
"yeah?" you say, coaxing more words out of him. you know he loves to say it and you know you love to hear it as well.
"mm." he nods, "want to cut you open. rip eveything out, put it on display. want to film it."
you're wheezing as he talks, hips stuttering as he continues to jerk you off in the way he knows you love. you're putty in his fingers, and you feel yourself getting painfully close. your stomach twists in disgust, reality weighing in.
"stop- stop." you gasp out, pulling back. "i can't."
he nods. he understands. "yeah, okay." he pulls his hand from your boxers, wiping it on the bed. both of you are quiet for a moment.
"would you really?" you ask.
"mm?"
"film it."
he grins wolfishly, giving a shrug. "maybe."
and it's probably obvious how much you like that, because he laughs in your face before kissing you.
you're clumsy with the knife as you drag it over seth's throat, and alex (holding the camera, filming you kill this poor dude) is quietly encouraging you. he's smiling at you as you dig the blade into the soft skin, whispering 'nice' as you quickly pull it through the width of seth's neck. he's getting up close and personal, steadying your hands with his free one and wiping- more like smearing- the blood across your cheek. he kneels beside you and hands you the camera, and you do your best to keep it stable as he practically fillets seth's corpse.
"i'll do this to you." he mutters with a grin as he digs the knife under layers of skin and flesh, opening seth's chest with learnt precision. you knew how much he'd looked into this- how careful he was to plan all of this for the two of you (and the soon-to-be audience after you posted this on one of those fucked sites that you and him frequented often).
"please, god." is all you say in turn, and he laughs.
you're holding your side, letting out weak, wheezy breaths. blood is seeping through your shirt, down your leg and onto the ground. your eyes are squeezed shut in pain, and you know you're not making this. he's crouched beside you, hand slowly pulling yours from your wound and digging his fingers into it. you let out a strangled cry, brows furrowing, tears rushing down your face.
"mm." he hums, resting his forehead against yours. he twists his fingers into your side like he's fucking it and in turn you moan.
"sorry i didn't film it."
a pause.
"..what?" you rasp.
"nothing."
he leaves you there to bleed out.