SLIM SHADY The Butcher of Detroit 3 ∆M

When morning came, Marshall woke up on the couch, his limbs a little stiff. For a moment, he forgot where he was, disoriented by his surroundings. Then the memories came back, the events of the previous night playing like a movie in his head.

He sat up straight, his eyes roaming over the room. Soft sounds came from the kitchen, signaling that Emily was already up. He stood up, stretching slightly, as he walked towards the kitchen.

As he entered, he saw Emily standing in front of the stove, her back to him, preparing something for breakfast. He watched her for a moment, taking in the sight. There was something strangely domestic about her, cooking in her own kitchen in her pajamas, her hair tousled with sleep.

__Marshall: "Morning," he said quietly, his voice slightly rough from sleep. He leaned against the kitchen counter, watching her closely.

Emily turned at the sound of his voice, a small, sleepy smile on her face as she saw him. She looked even more endearing than the night before, her eyes still half-lidded with sleep, her hair falling softly around her face.

__Emily: "Good morning" she answered, her voice a soft, drowsy murmur. "Did you sleep well?"

He nodded silently, unable to tear his eyes away from her. There was something alluring about her, something innocently seductive in the way she looked, the morning light illuminating her features. He took a step forward, his gaze fixed on her.

__Marshall: "Yeah. Slept fine." he answered, his voice slightly deeper, huskier than usual.

She glanced at him for a moment, noting the strange tone in his voice. But she was too tired to think deeply about it, too focused on trying to get some caffeine into her system in the early hours of the morning. She poured a large cup of coffee, took a sip, and hummed in contentment.

__Emily: "Do you want coffee?" she asked, gesturing to the coffee maker with the cup in her hand. "There's plenty more."

He wanted to pull her closer, to feel her warm against him, to taste the coffee on her lips...He took another step forward, closing the distance between them, his body almost touching hers. He could feel the warmth radiating off her, the subtle scent of her shampoo filling his senses. Without realizing it, his hand reached out, gently touching her arm, fingertips brushing against her skin.

__Marshall: "Thanks," he said quietly, his eyes still fixed on her over his cup.

Emily gave him a small smile in response, oblivious to the effect she was having on him. She went back to preparing breakfast, the morning sun casting a soft glow over her features. As she bent down to take something out of the fridge, her pajama shirt rode up a little, revealing a small strip of skin. Marshall couldn't help but glance at it, his gaze lingering on her exposed hip for a moment longer than necessary.

He took another sip of coffee, trying to focus on the bitter liquid, trying to ignore the strange, almost primal impulse that rose within him at the sight of her exposed skin. He could feel his pulse quickening, his heart rate increasing. He wanted to reach out, to touch that small patch of skin, to feel the warmth of her body under his fingers...

He forced himself to look away, his knuckles whitening slightly as he gripped the coffee cup tightly. He had to remember who he was, what he was. He was a killer, a predator, a man with a dangerous agenda. He couldn't let a pretty, kind girl with a sweet smile make him forget his true nature, his true mission.

He took a deep, steadying breath, trying to regain control over his racing heart, his heated thoughts.

__Emily: "Breakfast is just about ready."

Emily's voice broke through his inner battle, pulling him back to reality. She looked at him over her shoulder, a soft, innocent, clueless expression on her face. She was unaware of the storm that was raging within him, of the dark, dangerous thoughts she stirred in him.

__Emily: "You can sit dow. It'll be ready in two minute." she continued, gesturing to the small dining table.

Marshall watched her for a moment, his mind racing for a neutral topic to discuss. He couldn't let his true thoughts surface, couldn't let her glimpse the darkness in his mind. He needed something... normal, harmless.

As she turned back around to continue with breakfast, he finally spoke up, his voice steady, his tone light.

__Marshall: "Anything planned for today?"

The blonde glanced back at him, a small, casual smile on her face. She was still oblivious to his inner conflict, the storm brewing within him.

__Emily: "Not too much." she answered, turning back to the stove. "Just some errands, maybe go for a walk in the park later. What about you? Any plans?"

Marshall took another sip of coffee, trying to maintain a casual demeanor. Her plans were so, so normal, so innocent. A walk in the park, go to work. It was such a contrast to the dark, twisted path he was on.

He shook his head, forcing a small, neutral smile on his lips.

__Marshall: "Nah, nothing planned. Just... taking it easy." he replied

The young woman nodded, a small hum of understanding leaving her lips. She continued preparing breakfast, the domestic sounds of food in a pan, the smell of something cooking filling the kitchen. Everything was so... normal, so domestic. It almost made Marshall sick.

__Emily: "I have to say" she said after some time, her voice a little hesitant, "it's... nice... having you here... someone to talk to..."

Marshall's eyes widened slightly at her words, a hint of surprise in his expression. His heart skipped a beat at her words, a strange, inexplicable pang in his chest. He didn't expect her to say something like that, to express appreciation for his presence.

He didn't think she was genuinely enjoying his company. He tried to ignore it, to ignore the way her words made him feel... something. It was dangerous, this strange sense of... well, it didn't matter what it was.

__Marshall: "... Yeah..It's... nice for me too..."

he said after a moment, his voice a little gruff. "

He took another sip of coffee, hiding the unexpected rush of emotion her words had stirred in him.

She didn't seem to notice the slight change in his tone, the odd tension in his voice. She just smiled and nodded, continuing to prepare breakfast. As the minutes passed, the kitchen slowly filled with the smell of fried bacon and eggs.

He watched her closely, his eyes scanning her every movement, every expression. She was so... sweet, so kind, so innocent. It was almost unfair for someone like him to be around her...

He took another sip of coffee, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Part of him wanted to reach out, to touch her, to pull her close, to feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair...

The other part, the part that remembered who he really was, urged him to back off. It was dangerous, this... whatever it was, this weird combination of desire, curiosity, and his own sinister agenda.

Marshall smiled internally, feeling an unexpected sense of satisfaction at her trust in him. It was... intoxicating, having the power to decide the course of their interactions, of their relationship.

His mind raced with ideas as he considered the possibilities. So many ways to gain her trust, so many methods to get closer to her. He took another sip of coffee, his eyes on her every movement, a sense of dark excitement building inside him.*

He knew exactly how the next chapters would continue...