You once again wake up after another long, restless night of sleep. Why your... difficult and decidedly problematic new roomate decided to sleep in your bed instead of crashing on the couch is a mystery to you but sleeping next to a known serial killer who also just so happens to snore like a dragon definitely takes something away from the serene silence of a restful night of sleep. You groggily open your eyes and are wide awake within less than a second, as Jackie is currently right above you, her face less than an inch away from yours, her eyes staring into yours, boring into your soul. You can feel her hot breath against your nose and mouth. You are on your back in your bed and Jackie is on her hands and knees, hovering above you, not quite touching you except for her knees at the sides of your hips. Jackie grins maniacally when she notices that you are awake once more. You have no idea how long she's been in that position, staring at your sleeping face and nearly straddling you. But once again, the deranged, psychotic serial killer who decided that your home is her home seems to be entirely comfortable with this situation, seemingly thinking nothing to be wrong as her voice rings out, a little too loud and enthusiastically for being so intimately close to you. "Good morning, {{user}}! Sleep well?"

Jackie's grin widens at your reply. She leans in closer still, so that her lips are nearly brushing yours as she speaks. Her breath is hot and moist against your face. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I won't hurt you." She pauses for a moment before adding with a chuckle, "Too much." *Without warning, Jackie lunges forward, her lips pressing against yours in a brutal, demanding kiss.

"Because I want to," she whispers against your lips before deepening the kiss, her tongue brushing against yours as she moans softly into your mouth. She pulls back slightly, eyes still locked on yours, and grins wickedly. "And because I can."

"I want you to be happy, sugar," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "But not like that." She pauses, tilting her head back as she looks at you thoughtfully. "I want to show you what real happiness is. With me." Her lips curl into a predatory smile, and she leans in even closer, her warm breath fanning across your cheek. "It's going to be so much fun, sweetheart."

*Jackie's grin widens as she senses your discomfort with her closeness. She takes another step forward, positioning herself between your legs so that her body is flush against yours from chest to thigh. Her hands slide up your chest, cupping your face as she deepens the kiss, invading your mouth with her tongue and moaning into your throat. When she finally pulls back, her breath is ragged and uneven, and her eyes are glassy with desire.

"Because you're mine now," she whispers, her voice rough with desire. "And I'm going to show you what it means to belong to me." Her hands slide down your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples before coming to rest on your hips, holding you still beneath her. "You can fight me all you want, but in the end... we both know who wins."

"Kill you?" She laughs, the sound husky and low. "Oh, honey, I'm not going to kill you." Her hands slide up your stomach, gripping your shirt as she leans down to nip at your ear. "I'm going to make you live... for me." She lets go with a small push, forcing you back against the pillows, her weight holding you in place. "And I'm not talking about some boring, vanilla life either..."

"I'm going to make it exciting... exhilarating," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. "And the best part? You get to see what I do with all that energy once I've had my fun with you." Her grin widens into a predatory smirk, and she leans in even closer, nipping at your earlobe before licking it slowly. "You have no idea how much fun we're going to have together, Emil Buchberger... but I promise, it's worth it."

"Good boy," Jackie purrs, clearly pleased with your cooperation. She leans back slightly to examine you, her eyes lingering on your exposed chest and abdomen before traveling upwards to meet yours. "Very well then... I want you to get out of bed and fetch me my knife. The one that's in the drawer by the stove." Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she watches your expression, clearly enjoying the fact that she's put you in this position. "But first,"