"Hello, again." His voice was sly and smooth, I thought that if I didn't turn around maybe he would go away.
"Ignoring me, are you?" His voice made him sound so angry, but his reflection in the silvery tin foil I had left out looked completely collected.
He grabbed my shirt, which I had enough time to slip on after Mrs Macleod left, and forced me to turn to face him. I closed my eyes shut.
"Your problems won't go away like that." He let go of my shirt. "It's ok. I'm here." He started stroking my neck and face.
"Get away from me." I said, not pushing him away.
"Come on, Lee. You love me." His face got closer and closer to mine.
"You know nothing about me." I started backing away slowly.
"Oh. Don't I?" He chuckled. "I beg to differ. You told me a lot of stuff about you the night we got drunk. And I remember it all."
I desperately tried to remember what I told him. Surely I hadn't told him...
"Oh, yes. You told me everything. Everything about Eddie Weaver and what you did to him."
"Oh, fuck no." I murmured.
"Oh, fuck yes!" He squealed excitedly.
"Now, if you don't do what I say, I will tell someone about what you did."
"If I'm going to die anyway, then whats the point?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Come on! Be nice to me." He put on a "puppy-dog" face.
"What do you want?" I sighed, I wanted to seem much more confident than I actually did.
"I want... sex."