"I love the look in your eyes," he purrs against her ear, bloody hand resting on her waist.

While the other holds the knife that rests gently, if not threateningly against her wet cheek. Her eyes are closed, breathing short but she will not allow herself to fall into a panic.

"The pure, unadulterated fear," he croons pulling back to meet her fearful eyes with his sinister gaze, a sickening smile on his lips.

"Now, smile for me won't you?"