Him

“You’re my favorite”. I heard him whisper in her ear. Her pale grey eyes wide. I strained to see what was happening. He was just sitting there with his face pressed into her hair. I thought he was smelling it. But when I looked and I mean really looked he was licking it. I saw his tongue gliding across the top of her head and as he lifted his head he saw me looking at him. And he smiled. That smile was terrifying. I’ve never been so scared of a smile in my life. I pulled my gaze from him and saw the girl or what was left of her. I wonder what color her eyes were before they turned this murky grey. I wonder whether or not she laughed or maybe she was a bitch and deserved this. This man stood now. It’s funny because to look at him as an average man on the street he doesn’t look scary. But here in this dark dirty space he’s quite terrifying. He has that short thin comb over hair. Basic brown is what I would call the color the same as his eyes. He's tall and skinny and slouchy. He shouldn’t be scary but right now I am terrified and I am pretty sure that warmth I’m feeling is pee flowing down my leg. I watch him walk over to me. My hands are tied to an eye hook in the wall. He stands over me smiling that same smile. He reaches his hand down towards me and says “You’re my favorite”