Elka's Pov
Kill.
He wants me to kill him.
I feel the soft panic that can grow or fade depending on what I do next.
It will fade if I back away, but then I have to do this all again another time. I hope there won't be another time.
It will grow if I let his words swirl into a vortex of stupidity, eating their own tail.
Or I can breathe real slow, let the thoughts leak into the ether, and be the real boss of me.
I can feel it, building like an unstoppable snowball in the pit of your stomach.
I cannot concentrate on anything else that I'm doing.
The next step is my heart starting to beat harder and faster, adrenaline levels rise, my balls try and crawl up inside my body and my brain starts to fire out negative thoughts like a machine gun.
Sweat starts to protrude all over the
