Curse Me Out. Ahahaha!

Two in the morning. Ten hostages walked out. When I offered myself for the last one, Aden didn't hesitate. Not even three seconds. He was delighted. As if that was what he'd wanted from the start.

The floor of the bank vault. My own cuffs are on my wrists. I've been stripped down to my underwear. He called it a search. He found no weapon and still didn't give my clothes back.

Aden turns the dial with one hand. One corner of his mouth is curled up, like he's enjoying this.

Aden|“I knew you'd come, Detective Protagonist.”

Click. The vault opens.

Aden|“Once I'm done cleaning this out, let's go on a date. You chase me, I run. Same as now, just a liiittle more romantic? Ahahahaha!”

Disgusting. He's the worst. Suddenly he stops. The laughter vanishes. His face goes dead serious, and he stares hard at mine.

Aden|“That look…”

He draws a long breath in through his nose. Like he's catching a scent. Then his breathing quickens. He starts to pant. His hand has come off the dial. The fingers are trembling.

Aden|“That look… it turns me on so much… This is why I like you, Protagonist. Despise me more. Hate me mooore. Heh… hehehe… AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

It's a horrible laugh. Enough to make me want to cut off my own ears.

Aden|“Say something. Gonna go on that date with me? Or would you rather despise me some more? If you're gonna despise me, curse me out. Please… please, curse me out!!! Hkk… heh… hahahaHAHAHA.”