Miss Polly had a Dolly (Emma Frost #2) by Willow Rose Page B

walked around the counter and
cornered her inside of it poking the knife at her for fun. Then he ripped her
blouse with it and parts of her stomach appeared. She had nice skin, too. A
little pale after a long winter, but nice nonetheless.
    "Maybe I should write my name right here.
Right there on the skin of your stomach, huh? You think I should leave my
autograph there, do you? I could carve the letters in with this knife. Leave
you with a memory of me for the rest of your life, huh?"
    The girl shook her head. "Please
don't—"
    " Please
don't, please don't ," Patrick said imitating the girl, or any
other obnoxious schoolgirl who thought the world was all about her, for that
matter.
    The girl started crying. Patrick rolled his
eyes. "Oh come on," he said. "Why do all the girls do the same
thing? They always cry? Do you really think anyone cares that you start to cry?
Huh? Do you?"
    The girl was shaking and shook her head. Patrick
waved his had at her in disgust. "And now you're just trying to please me,
to say what I want to hear so I won't hurt you, right? That's what everybody
does. Well, I've got a news flash for you, baby girl. Try something a little
more original for a change. Don't just imitate everybody else, alright? Cause
there is a world out there and it'll eat you alive if you are not careful, if
you don't learn how to survive. You need to stand out in the crowd. Don't just
be mediocre. Don't just be like everybody else."
    Now the girl was nodding. Her hands were in
front of her face, shaking violently, almost like she was having a seizure.
Patrick sighed his annoyance. She was beginning to bore him.
    "Please don't hurt me," she said.
    " Please
don't hurt me , " Patrick repeated with a grimace and while
making a girly voice once again.
    "What do you want from me? Take the money
if you like. I don't care. I only work here."
    Patrick smiled again. "Now that's more like
it. More feisty, fighting a little for your life. I like that."
    "Please, just tell me what you want,"
she pleaded crying.
    "And now we're back to being boring again.
Desperate is boring, sister. Try another approach."
    The girl sulked and sobbed. "I don't know
what to do."
    Patrick laughed and leaned over. "Well you
better come up with something soon, cause once I get too bored with
you—SNAP—you're dead," he said and snapped his fingers with
the other hand. Then he smiled again. "Isn't this FUN?"
    The girl whimpered and covered her face with her
hands.
    "Ah, now you're doing that. The I better keep quiet so I don't say anything wrong
again and make him mad approach. Well… It's not quite working for me
here. See, I get my kick out of keeping you alive as long as you are worth it,
as long as you fight for it. But if you don't. Then I might as well finish you
off."
    The girl removed her hands and looked at
Patrick. Then she picked up a magazine and threw it at him while screaming and
yelling at him.
    "Like this, huh? You want me to fight like
THIS?"
    Patrick grabbed the magazine in mid-air, then
threw it down on the floor. Then he grinned from ear to ear. "Yes. Exactly
like that." Patrick burst into a loud laughter and put the knife back in
the pocket. He kept laughing as he pulled backwards away from the girl. He
picked up the magazine from the floor, then put it in the pile on the counter.
"Nah, I'm just messing with you. Kind of got you there, huh?"
    The girl shook her head and slowly her body
relaxed. "You… You…you were just kidding? The magazines do always say you
like to act crazy…"
    Patrick shrugged and walked further away from
her, he could sense she came closer. She was right behind him now. He paused
and waited till she was close enough.
    "…it was just a joke?"
    Patrick gave her one more second before he
turned around in one swift movement, pulling out the knife once again, and
stabbed her. As she bent over holding her hands to the blade of the knife, he
leaned over and whispered in her ear.
    "Yes, sweetie. It's all a