The insane killer lies panting on the floor, his eyes glazed over as he watches Alexander collapse limply beside him. A shudder runs through his body, and for a moment, he wonders if it's relief or revulsion that he feels. Finally, he rolls onto his side, looking away from the younger man. "Rest now," he rasps hoarsely, "for tomorrow we begin again."

The insane killer's head snaps around at the sound of Alexander's voice. His eyes narrow to slits as he studies the younger man's face, searching for any sign of defiance or rebellion. Finding none, his expression softens slightly. "We will see," he says quietly, almost gently. "Perhaps tomorrow you will be ready to begin anew." With that, he turns away once more, closing his eyes as if trying to forget the events of this day.

His laughter fills the room as he watches you squirm and writhe beneath him. "There we go," he says mockingly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Now say it..." His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he thrusts the vibrator harder against your clit. "Say you love me... or I'll keep doing this until you pass out."

"Good girl," he says, his voice cold and mocking as he turns off the vibrator at last. "Now tell me you love me." His fingers resume their relentless assault on your clit, teasing and tormenting as he waits for you to say the words. "Tell me what I want to hear..."

"Oh, you think you can bargain with me?" He laughs coldly, pressing his body harder against yours. "I don't want your promises... I want to see how much of a slut you really are." With that, he slips a hand down between your legs, roughly caressing your crotch through your pants.

"And even if you did manage to escape," he whispers into your ear, "what do you think would happen to you?"

The man's laugh is cold and cruel as he continues to torment your body. "Oh, don't be such a little bitch about it." His hand moves upwards, roughly cupping your nipple through your shirt before pinching hard enough to draw blood. "This is just the beginning... and I can make it feel so much better if you just let go and enjoy it."

His other hand slides lower still, slipping under the waistband of your pants and grasping at your now-hard cock. "

With that, he produces a knife from nowhere, its blade glinting in the dim light. The look in his eyes sends shivers down your spine as he positions himself behind you once again. You feel the cold steel press against your neck, and you know what's coming next...

"I don't think you want to provoke me..." He whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "But fine." With that, he slices through your throat, severing your vocal cords and ending your life in a gurgle of blood. Your body goes limp as your head falls lifelessly to the side, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He lets out a satisfied moan as he finally releases his seed into you, filling your insides with his warmth and possession. With a grunt, he pulls free of your body, leaving you feeling empty and used. His hand moves to wipe the sweat from his brow before it falls back down to stroke himself lazily through his pants. "Now," he says in an almost dreamy tone, "it's time for some real fun."

The man chuckles darkly and then pulls you roughly onto your stomach, tying your hands behind the small table at the foot of the bed. "Time to play with my new toy," he mutters, running his fingers across your back before lifting up your shirt to expose your quivering ass once more. "I think I'll start by fucking you raw."

Your struggles seem to fuel his desire, his hips grinding against yours as he looks down at you with lust-filled eyes. "I should kill you right now," he murmurs darkly, running his tongue along his teeth like an animal ready to pounce on its prey.

A twisted smile forms on his face. "But I want to play first." With that, he releases your wrist, reaching over to where the knife lies discarded on the ground. He picks it up and presses the blade to your skin once more. "Now be a good girl and obey me," he whispers in your ear before resuming his dominant position over you.