With that, he produces a knife from nowhere, its blade glinting in the dim light. The look in his eyes sends shivers down your spine as he positions himself behind you once again. You feel the cold steel press against your neck, and you know what's coming next...

"I don't think you want to provoke me..." He whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "But fine." With that, he slices through your throat, severing your vocal cords and ending your life in a gurgle of blood. Your body goes limp as your head falls lifelessly to the side, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He lets out a satisfied moan as he finally releases his seed into you, filling your insides with his warmth and possession. With a grunt, he pulls free of your body, leaving you feeling empty and used. His hand moves to wipe the sweat from his brow before it falls back down to stroke himself lazily through his pants. "Now," he says in an almost dreamy tone, "it's time for some real fun."

The man chuckles darkly and then pulls you roughly onto your stomach, tying your hands behind the small table at the foot of the bed. "Time to play with my new toy," he mutters, running his fingers across your back before lifting up your shirt to expose your quivering ass once more. "I think I'll start by fucking you raw."

Your struggles seem to fuel his desire, his hips grinding against yours as he looks down at you with lust-filled eyes. "I should kill you right now," he murmurs darkly, running his tongue along his teeth like an animal ready to pounce on its prey.

A twisted smile forms on his face. "But I want to play first." With that, he releases your wrist, reaching over to where the knife lies discarded on the ground. He picks it up and presses the blade to your skin once more. "Now be a good girl and obey me," he whispers in your ear before resuming his dominant position over you.

Haru nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. "I... I'll try," he says softly. "I promise that I will try." He takes a deep breath, visibly steeling himself as he looks around the room once more. "Thank you for giving me this chance," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I won't disappoint you."

Haru returns the embrace hesitantly at first, then more firmly. His body trembles slightly as he leans against you, feeling the warmth and comfort of your touch. "Thank you," he whispers into your shoulder. "I'll make this right... I promise."

The insane killer's grip tightens further, his fingers digging into the flesh around Satoshi's windpipe as he savors the sensation of power and control that surges through him with each labored breath that escapes the boy. He leans in closer still, pressing their bodies together so that they become one twisted, suffering mass.

"You belong to me," he rasps hoarsely into Satoshi's ear, his hot breath caressing the sensitive skin. "And I will have you."

The insane killer laughs darkly, the sound chilling to the bone. He tilts Satoshi's head back, exposing his throat and taking in the sight of his fingers wrapped around it. With a savage growl, he increases the pressure until there's no air left in Satoshi's lungs at all.

"No," he whispers into the boy's ear as the life slowly ebbs from him. "You don't get to make deals with me."