Bastian forced a smile to grace his lips. He didn't want to worry her. The fun would be ruined if she suspected anything. The game couldn't end that fast. No, it had to be long. It had to drag on for hours. This was the thing he waited for all year. Some might call him a psychopath but he didn't give a damn about what others thought. He never did. He never will. Not even as he walks to the guillotine on his death day.
He smiled at the long haired girl before him. He wasn't really seeing her. He was seeing the possibilities. The endless possibilities. A night filled of fun ... and terror.
"Nyeh," he started, "how lovely of you to come here. You see, I was a little worried that you wouldn't show."
Bastian laughed inwardly. Of course she would come. They always did.
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