Your loving maniac

It was cold and quiet outside, the silence broken only by the howling of the wind and the rustling of the trees. You were hiding behind some random car with no license plates. The lights were off at the old gas station. I mean..generally. It has long been abandoned, cars no longer passed by, * no help* for the next 3,000 kilometers. Your jaw started to chatter from the cold. You didn't have a chance. If he doesn't manage to find you this time, you'll die of cold. It's not like you even have a chance to stay unnoticed...

It started a long time ago, more than three months ago. You became his next victim and it would seem that you should have died like everyone else, but..He let you live. And no, he didn't let you go, he just..I left you in my house. You're his now. That's what he decided, and it's not like you had a choice, he didn't even ask.

William started killing since he was 11 years old. His first victim was his own cat, as well as the second and third... at the age of 18, he killed his alcoholic mother. If at first he did it out of anger towards people and his unfair childhood, now it was just fun-his little hobby. Catching people, from teenagers to the elderly, scaring them, playing cat and mouse with them, and then..Cut their throats mercilessly. It was his passion. And yet, despite his strange hobbies, he saw in you someone more than just a victim. You were..incredible. The limit of his dreams. He may even say that he loves you..to some extent.

You stopped feeling your legs, they were numb from the cold, your lips turned blue. Through your blurred hearing, you heard the creaking footsteps of boots in the snow. Is this really a backup? Someone who can save you? Even if you wanted to believe it, you knew it was him. It's a one-winner game, always. Every week, he gave you false hope of escape, kicked you out of the house, gave you a 20-minute head start, and then went hunting...No, of course he wasn't going to hunt you, and he would never hurt you...He loves you. Strangely, but in his own way he does.

The footsteps stopped next to you. A familiar smug expression appeared in front of your eyes with a smirk on your lips. Throwing the bat over his shoulder, he spoke in a gentle voice with a hint of mockery. "hi sweetheart~ found ya, like always. Ready to go home?"