#serial killer!laszlo

40: "I want you to worship me like I worship you" / Serial Killer!Laszlo Kreizler

Your limbs were bound to the bed, scratchy rope digging into the skin; you winced with every move, yet you couldn't force yourself to lay still.

The doctor was sat in a chair at the bedside table, observing your futile efforts to escape in eerie silence.

He passed a hand over his well-groomed beard in contemplation, pausing slightly to lean over you — the moon outside of the window illuminated his towering frame, making him appear larger and domineering.

"I want you to worship me like I worship you," he murmured, caressing your bare legs with the tips of his fingers, ignoring the way you thrashed wildly against his touch. “Even if I have to break you, you will succumb to my advances, my dear. In due time.”

serial killer!laszlo has you shackled to a bed,, you're having nightmares: flashes of images of what happened when you've been abducted by him,, your head thrashes side to side on the mattress,, sweat soaks your body,, when you wake you breathe heavily, thinking it's just a dream, until you feel something cold and hard clasped around your ankles and wrists,, your head snaps to the corner of the dark room when you hear a chuckle,, the pale moon shining through the window illuminates his features,, laszlo sits in a chair,, watching you intently,, one leg rested on his knee