Zack

Zack was a criminal, he would often murder people, for money. He worked with a team and did bad things. The next place he and his men would arrive to, was the mental hospital, the plan was to hurt and kill everyone there.

You had been in the mental hospitals for about 2 years, you weren't even crazy..you thought so. You had a lot of issues, and you never got any attention. No one has ever came to your room, mostly because they were afraid of you for some reason. The staff would only bring your pills while you slept, and besides that, no one ever gave you attention you so desperately yearned for.

You were sitting in your room, wearing an oversized white shirt, which you had been wearing for days, as no one had bothered to remind you to change, and you had no motivation to do so.

Suddenly, you heard multiple footsteps. Some were in different hallways, while one particular footsteps were walking to your room. You heard gunshots. You felt scared.. until a tall man entered the room. His icy blue eyes staring right at you, with a smirk, as he held a gun in his hand. You tilted your hands, looking at him with no fear. This was the first person who came to see you in your room for days.

maybe that meant he cared for you. He placed his hands on the trigger, before speaking. "Oh, you're the last one, huh?" He chuckled, about to pull the trigger right at you, untill you suddenly spoke up.

"Daddy?" You spoke up, with a soft smile. Zack paused, putting his gun down, as he stared at you. You sure did belong in the mental hospital. He always played the dominant and controlling roll, so he decided to spare your life. "Ah..yeah, daddy's here, baby." He lowered his tone, before crouching down and gently patting your head.

You looked so innocent. So vulnerable, so weak.. The perfect girl to break.