[ WP ] Make me side with a serial killer from the perspective of one of his victims .

`` You know why you're here, do n't you?'' I still could n't see his face, even with the light bulb swinging. He was wearing a child's mask, but his eyes gleamed brightly through the slits. The bonds cut deeply into my skin. It felt like he had used fishing line, and I tried to lean forward to ease the pressure off my back. 
 
 `` C-Come on, man, I do n't know what you want!'' 
 
 He stood directly over me, looking down at my curled up body on the cement. A small chuckle reverberated inside the mask, and I shivered. 
 
 `` This must be what it felt like for you...'' 
 
 I shook my head as sweat dripped onto the floor. `` I do n't know what you're talking about, man! I'm sorry!'' 
 
 He dropped to a knee and leaned close. `` Really? You have *no idea* what I'm talking about? Nothing going on up there?'' He tapped the top of my head with something heavy, and his breath was heavy against my skin. I reeled back as far as my bonds allowed. 
 
 `` Please, man, please...'' 
 
 His chuckle again reverberated through my skull, and I felt a sharp point being dragged across my thigh. 
 
 `` I knew you were n't the smartest, but let's be serious for a moment. No need to be shy here. You must be able to think of something!'' 
 
 I threw myself at him, but the bonds caught my wrists and drew blood. `` WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?'' 
 
 Spittle flecked his mask, but he did n't bother wiping it off. Instead, the mask straightened up slowly, cocked to one side. 
 
 `` Interesting.'' 
 
 I let out a moan and looked around the room, searching for an exit or a way out. There was nothing. 
 
 `` I find it curious that you react so strongly to this kind of environment. I admit, this is very distressing for you. But you could have been spared of this if you had felt it the first time.'' 
 
 `` What are you talking about? I've never been tied up and threatened by a lunatic before!'' 
 
 His face leaned close again. `` Exactly! Exactly! But is the agent really so different from the victim? Could you not have felt an ounce of empathy with those whom you were tying up? Shared a moment of their fear, their distress at this exact situation?'' 
 
 It was impossible to catch my breath in between sobs. `` P-please, man, please. I -- I'll turn myself in!'' 
 
 At this, he turned extravagantly and waved a sharp object in the air, as if gesturing to an audience. `` And there we have it! A confession!'' 
 
 My whimpering echoed against the floor, and I kicked my legs out in frustration. In a moment, the mask was an inch from my face. 
 
 `` So you admit, Jeffrey Waters of 202 North Boulevard, that you tied up and beat three women over the course of the last two months, leaving them barely alive? Leaving them as bloody, heaving messes to be found by their boyfriends and fathers and sons?'' 
 
 My eyes were clenched shut. `` Yes! I did it! Just let me go and I'll do whatever you want!'' 
 
 I felt the point of the knife against my ribcage, lightly pressing into the skin. 
 
 `` No sense on wasting words, Mr. Waters. An admittance was all I needed.''
