' is it excitin'? '

one of few to inquire about his work ; an almost genuine interest had caught him off guard. screams die slowly as hands cease mechanical work, eyes drifting to the chair he has her fastened to. in his mind, he had killed her in a hundred ways, but no one seemed sweet enough for one such as herself. he could have her torn to shreds by trauma – or, send her to meet laura. too many possibilities to simply settle. bloodied hands drop to sides, eyes drifting to the smile she wears so freely. it’s… jarring. his victims, his ‘patients’ wear only fear, eyes stricken with grief at the fate that awaits them ; but not her. did she believe her feminine ways would cause his mind to shift, to change ?
‘ … there is always a specific level of… excitement that comes from my work. stimulating
them. observing results. watching rats attempt to escape traps. but, ultimately, it’s still work.
i still have a goal to achieve, a purpose to fulfill.
– quiet. there’s no further need for inquiry.’





