Ryan's pov-
I'm so stupid. I let a killer in my house, and my back is faced to him why I'm making him food!
I felt his hands slowly placing themselves on my shoulders.
"Your so tense~" he says, rubbing my shoulders.
It felt so good I found myself tilting my head back.
He started kissing my neck again.
"I'm sorry, I just can't keep my hands off you~" he purrs, kissing my neck again.
"W-What about your f-food" I finally choke out.
"I have my food right here~" he says, turning me around and forcing himself against me.
I frown looking back at the sandwich I made.
"When's the last time you ate"? I ask
"Uhhh-"
"If you need to think then it wasn't soon enough"! I scold, grabbing the sandwich and placing it on the table.
"Now I'm going to change and when I'm
Back I want that sandwich at least half way eaten"! I point walking up the stairs.
I closed my bedroom door and started changing. By the time my shirt was off I felt arms snake their way around my body.
"I never got your name" Shane whispers in my ear.
I felt shivers go down my spine.
I started craving those kisses on the neck.
"R-Ryan" I stutter
"Mmm."He hums still inches away from my ear.
"Shane" he whispers, walking away.
Is this what he does? Does he make his
Victims feel this way then kill them?
