The office felt cozy, it feels tight , his gaze fell on her,he looked at her, her body , her shape and everything about her was beautiful except her health but it was obvious that he was the only one who thinks she isn't healthy.
She looked at him as she sniffs, he murmured a word she could hardly hear but she think he just sweared.
She smiled at him, they hadn't said anything , she deared him to cross his lane and he would swim in his blood.
" So ........" ; he said and made a stupid halt.
She smiled knowing fully well that he was scared of her, she love that feelings, he was a therapist and she thinks he has gynophobia.
It made her happier, what's the point of turning herself in for a therapist.
She felt that, that was the right thing until she reached there knowing it was meaningless, knowing she ought to had not think of going back to her old trick, anyways she thinks that was in her dream , thinking of being a normal human being, thinking of being a non psychochytic human being.
A normal person;she thought and smiled.
The silent tightened as they both inhale not daring to exhale.
She is a killer, she could kill him right on that spot and fuck him even before doing that.
She had a brown eyes, an early raspberries lips, she was of an average height, she is plump in size.
He was not that bad though she imagined tearing him on bed with her blades , to dug the knife into his chest while riding on him . She got those lewd fantasies as one and killing as other .
His voice break again .
" Tell me why you're here"; he said.
I need a therapist "; she said soundly.