how would you do it?

Torture must proceed death, mercy must be earned. I see you as special and thus you will be my first. You will be restrained in an undisclosed location. With nothing but a TV and and a microphone, so you could watch me as I stalk and kill the rest of the people. Durring this time I will speak to you, have you tell me about yourself, your story, your secrets. You may try to lie to me but I already know the truth, your dirty secrets. I will assign the survivors names based on the people from your life, you will see and hear of their darkness before they meet their end as they plead for their lives to be spared. Little by little I will strip away your defences exposing your raw soul. You will have to choose their order and possibly the way of their death. As the night progresses and your struggles continue you may feel slack in your restrains, finally a glimmer of hope as you let your guard down a bit more, speaking more, opening up and prolonging a few deaths, anything to buy yourself a few more moments to gain your freedom. As their numbers dwindle, you find you are nearly free. Your breathing relaxes as your mind thinks forward to next seeing the sun, returning to your life. Screams echo and blend with to drip drop of blood from my blade as it severed so many people from their all too mortal coil. Before you realise it they are all dead and you are free, noticing the camera feed has gone static, and the sound of footsteps approaching grows. I begin speaking. "How does it feel? Having watched all those from your life being taken. Your walls Torn down? Mind being gutted, leaving new space for the madness and monsters to spread?" You grow frantic, as you search for another exit or weapon. Again I speak. "You liked it didn't you? Maybe not so much at first as you spilled your crocodile tears, but in time you felt it, that little tingle. Having power over someone's life." The steps coming ever closer. "I like to think most humans have a few sleeping demons in them, but truth be told, if it is true I have learned not all have a taste for blood." Your breathing quickens again. "But those that do aquire a taste for it, those that get that rush as they watch the light fade from a person's eyes" your heartbeat is almost deafening beating in your cheast. "Those demons can be laid to rest, they are with you forever. clawing, biting, knawing, scratching their way to your surface from the inside out." The door handle jiggle as it opens. You scream closing your eyes....

As you cry out looking at the darkness behind your eyes. Nothing.

Screaming continues for what seems like forever as you gathered your light and expelled it in hopes to scare me off. As the last of your breath leaves you, you must take a breath. Cold still air fills your lungs. You open your eyes and it's just you. Standing in your familiar room. In front of a mirror, holding a bloody knife, bodies at you feet. "Wasn't that fun?" My voice can be heard as if I whisper in your ear from the inside of your mind.

"I'd like to introduce myself, I am the product of supression, every little dark thought or action buried over the course of your life. They fused together in the inner most parts of your own personal hell to make a seed, and I am what has grown" you can hear me lick my lips as your mouth begins to water. "I'm going to have such fun with you"

You look at me, look back into the mirror. You fall over and are dead. I put the knife away, as the police come to check out the house. The mystery is to find out how you died. The detectives figure it out in the last scene. Then the credits roll.

Great question, but I;ll need more direction, more back story. What was our previous relationship? Why am I doing it? Do I want it to be quick and painless (= go for the jugular), or cruel and brutal (slicing you up from your pussy to your sternum). I'm disgusted by the latter, but what is the emotion we wish to invoke?

Well first I'd ask the director if we can have sex before I kill you.

Me: "Knock knock?"
You: "Who's there?"
M: (drives knife into your heart as I hiss) "[i]Jokes have made you weak![/i]"