The killer in him

News: "The serial killer's still free. Police are powerless and don't have many clues to go by. It comes in tips from around the country and maybe someone out there knows who he is or if this just the beginning?"

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Niall took on the mask over his face and he smiled at me. 
"It's all happening." he said happily. He made sure I stood behind a couple dustbins and then he vanished away. I felt just a bit goofy as I felt I didn't want to be left behind the dustbins. I saw Niall disappear behind a house, and I knew he would find a victim. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. I was tired and I just wanted to go to the hotel. 

 

"But promise not to kill me." 
The girl was scared and she didn't let the knife go with her eyes. Niall smiled behind the mask, and he pushed her up against the wall. He pulled the knife at her stomach and up. 
"If you obey me, you will live." 
She nodded instantly. Niall enjoyed the upper hand. I must admit that I was close to leaving my hiding place, but if I saved the girl he would kill me. He was totally contained in the role and he was cold. He pulled up her dress and looked down at her panties. He took the knife and did so that the panties fell down to the ground. I saw that she was scared and she was ready to do everything just to avoid dying. 
"And the dress?" he whispered hoarsely. She obeyed him, and finally she stood naked against the wall. Niall groaned and I saw a change in him. He had gone a step further, he was no longer just a killer. He enjoyed having power and he enjoyed that she was afraid. Niall unbuttoned his pants and I saw how he began to masturbate in front of her. He let the knife be against her throat and he groaned disgusting. I chose to sit down, keep my hands over my ears and I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see more.

 

I don't know how long I had been there. Right as it was Niall pulled me up and he looked disappointed at me. He had the mask and wiped a knife in his hand, but I refused to look at the girl. 
"Damn, you didn't look at me?" 
I just wanted to cry and I shook my head. Niall got angry and he pulled me away to the dead girl. I didn't want to see her, but Niall made ​​me. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at her dead body. 
"She was supposed to live?" I sobbed. Niall released me and laughed cold. 
"No, sweetheart. She isn't worthy the life." 
I looked at him and I felt the tears just poured out. 
"Please, Niall, you can't you just stop killing everyone. All you want to do is have sex and stick a knife in people."
Niall was silent. He just stared at me. I felt I almost panicked and I was afraid of him. He didn't look like Niall, he looked like a madman. His eyes were black and his face was serious. 
"You'll fucking be grateful!" he hissed cold. "I can kill you whenever I want, but I will let you live. I will let you be a part of my life and you'll just say thank you." 
I swallowed and wiped away tears. 
"Thanks, but I can't take it no more." 
Niall snorted. He grabbed my hand and dragged me. 
"Damn you are so ungrateful!" 
I cried and I was shaking. It was hardly that I had the strength to walk. 
"I don't want to see more killing." I whispered. "I just wanna go home!"
Niall just was cold and he didn't seem to care about my prayerful words. 
"I'm your family, I'm your home!" 
I swallowed. 
"But I want to go home to my mother, to my old life." 
Niall stopped and looked coldly at me. 
"So you want to return to your boring old life, in your boring room, then you're crazy!"
I nodded. 
"Yes, I'm crazy. I want to go home!" 
He released me. He made ​​sure I came with him and I saw that we were approaching the hotel. I wished I dared cry, that I dared to resist or I atleast dried to question him. 
"So you wont let me go home?" 
He shook his head. 
"You are mine, I own you!"

 

Niall threw me on the bed. It was as if he was mad at me and as if he didn't trust me. He put the knife on a table and he put the mask next to the knife. 
"I'll take care of you." He said cold and looked at me. "I love you more than anyone and I will make sure you get to see more than your fucking room." 
I sat up and felt small. 
"But it's not the same ..." 
He took a few steps toward me. 
"Well, it's the same thing. You want to go home to your fucking pussy to mom?" he hissed cold. He looked at me with black eyes and I wondered right away if this was all? Would he kill me now? 
"I just ..." 
Niall shook his head. 
"You shouldn't think that you can come up with demands. You're fucking with me, the greatest guy in the country and you don't want me?" 
"It's not about that." I whispered. "I just wanna go home!"

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