Fear Itself (RP)

(I want cake..)

 

(I know, right?  I NEED it right now )

 

()

 

(I do too!)

 

()

 

(I has Cake)

 

Riku: Ummm, not very big... *Indicates about how big he wants*

 

"Huh." I grin darkly, and suddenly pin him against the wall, holding the knife to his throat. "The cake is a lie."
(BAM! REVENGE! )

 

Riku: *Stays perfectly still* So... What now?

 

"I'll torture you very slowly… unless you do me a favor." my lips twitch into a smile, and I press the knife deeper into his throat.

 

Riku: *Feels a drop of blood trickle down his throat* What sort of favor?

 

My grin deepens. "Don't flatter yourself, Riku. Not that kind of favor."

 

Riku: What sort of favor, then? *Eyes narrow*

 

"Kill me, please." I smile, studying his expression.
(a twist!)

 

Riku: *Goes pale* No... No way.

 

"I need you to, dear." I laugh, slicing his arm with the knife.

 

Riku: *Winces* No, I refuse...

 

"Why?" I pout, looking at his blood on the floor. "This kitchen will be dirty later on..." I muse.

 

Riku: I will not kill you... Even if it means I die... Never...

 

"...dammit!" I shout, my composure breaking, and I stab the knife into the wall, inches away from his face.