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"In the room Where you sleep"   Dead man's bones

MARK

He saw her fall to the ground with blood running down her face. Mark hadn't aimed for her head, he just wanted to scare her. Giving gas, he drove fast to get away before the police came. The man on the bike felt a stab of desire by the thought of the red blood against her pale skin and he could hardly wait. He wanted to erase the memories of his father's hands on her and replace them with memories of his own hands. Touching her, imprinting the shapes of her body in his head. His father was a freak, the younger the better. He was only glad it was only girls he was after. It hurt him, watching his father going into her room almost every night. Knowing what he did, that he touched Carolin with his dirty hands. Carolin belonged to him, to Mark. One day she would realise that. And that day was nearing. He had practised, didn't want this to fail. He shivered by the thought of the woman, tied up, whimpering through the tape. The only thing he was dissatisfied with was the mess he'd done. He didn't want Carolin's body to look like that when he was done with her. Practice makes perfect, he thought to himself and took a left turn, looking forward to seeing how test nr 2 was holding up. He was a bit afraid that he had cut her too much, that she'd bleed to death. He would soon find out. Mark made a mental note to pick up some cleaning supplies, he had to wash up a bit before Carolin came to see him. 

A/N Please vote and comment;) And listen to the band, it's awesome. Ryan Gosling is the singer... Picture from pinterest (RankXerox — jakub.jakubik)