Smile For Me Darling

I was down on my knees, with a gun against my head, looking up at my lover with a psychotic smile. I was taunting him to kill me. I knew he wouldn't do it because he fell in love me and I did too. Just a minute ago he murdered my sister in front of my eyes. I didn't flinch or want to run away, I just walked straight up to him and smiled.

"Do it." I placed the gun to my lips and kissed it.

"Why would I do that?" He looked at me with a bored expression.

My smile grew bigger. "Because, wouldn't it be fun? To kill me." I looked up at him with a teasing look.

"Of course it would be. But why would I do that if you're the only one who understands me, doesn't ran away, and loves me."

"That's the point. Why have me here still? I'm just a drag." I pouted my lip in a cute manner, like I always do when we get to this conversation.

How long have we been like this?

When I first met my psycho lover, I witnessed him killing a grown man he had just gotten into a fight with, when we were 15, about four years ago. I wanted to run and tell someone but I also wanted to watch and enjoy the crime.