"Oh, how pretty you are, little victim.." Bill purred, rubbing your chin as you struggled, tears in your (e/c) eyes. "Do not cry.." He murmured now, lifting his hand to your cheek, patting it. "(Y/N) You were so brave to think you could face me, really now, how far did you expect to go?"

You grunted, struggling harder, ropes digging into your skin. You wanted to spit in his face and strangle him but your hands were tied up and so was any other possible limb.

Bill shook his head, burying his knife in your leg, making you scream into the gag. He smiled at your screams. "I did tell you not to move." He shrugged, cutting you free. You were bewildered but tried to stand to get away And leave.

He stabbed your stomach, making you lurch, gagging, begging for him to end it. "Oh, little victim..." He sighed. "Shame. Real shame. I did like you. I did." Another stab. Another shriek of pain from your lips.

Your vision was blurring, eyes fluttering closed and you could see black spots dance across your vision. "Really big shame I have to kill you... I rather liked the idea of you. I really did. Obeying me and letting me do whatever I wish." He threw you to the ground and you tried to crawl away. 

"How unfortunate, however, I'm sure I'll be fine. I know you won't Be." He stabbed you again with a smug smirk, holding you up, playing some Beethoven music. "Always loved dancing, did you?" He forced you into a little dance, your nails digging into his back, trying to get away, terrified, tears pouring down your cheeks.

"Do you dance? You aren't doing a very good job." He stabbed between your shoulder blades, watching you go limp eventually. Then he left the knife there, twirling with your dead body. "Put your back into it, (Y/N)!"

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I know it was x Reader but he's psychotic. At least you got to dance with him ;)