Let us play a little game now.  I will kill you and you will get to die a slow and painful death.  Hell, I will even throw in extra blood spillage as a bonus.  I can tell by the look in your eyes that you are very excited.  But as with any gamer, there are rules.  And yes, we do play by them.
     Here's to start:  I abduct you from a secluded and seemingly peaceful place.  A place were no one will ever think to look.  Only I know:  I've been watching you for days on end.
     At first, my dear, you will be alarmed to see me.  It's okay, I understand.  A strange place in a quiet place.  Nothing unusual there.  So we talk for a bit.  No harm done.  But when you get up and say it's time for you to leave, I know that you will not ever be back.  Because you are just that scared.  But why?
So what to do?  Being a man, a lonely one at thatm all I have to do is pick you up and throw you over my shoulder.  I'm quite the romantic type, if you cannot tell.  Thankfully, your kicking and screaming.  It adds to all of the fun.  How does it feel when no one can hear you?
Luckily, your slender build cannot overtake my slightly muscled frame.  I am sure that you're curious as to what happens next.  For who would not be?  Well, I will do what any smart kidnapper would do in this instance.  To lessen your chances of being 'saved' (which is, mind you, against the rules), I shall threaten what most hold so hear:  your very life.
This could take two possible turns.  One, which would be cheating, is whereyou would fight hard to get awat from me, your saviour.  In such an instance, I would have to kill you swiftly.  That would ruin almost everything, and I would be most heartbroken.
But like a good girl, you hush up, just hoping and praying to come out alive; an absolute miracle.  It is always so much fun to see a young thing such as yourself to sit there so deftly and quiet, fighting back many a tear, as if they will kill you, and not me.  I laugh at such silly little foes!
Next, after I get you in the car, all safe and sound, buckled up to the nines, we are going to go on the ride of you life!  You last one, to say the least.  Oh, and I do so hope that you like a traditional candlelight dinner. For we are going to have one of those, as well.  
I am going to be the very first boyfriend of yours to fufill all of your every wants and desires.  Or mine, if need be.  Will this experience be resilient and resounding?  Or will you put up a petty little fight?  It is all up to you, babe.
Ha, all is well!  Since the ride, you have not said a single world.  Typical of a woman, eh?  Always either yelling, or ignoring their obviosuly superior counterpart.  Bah!
So now, we are at the house.  My house, that I share with my mother.  I am sure that she will enjoy the show as much I (and hopefully you) will enjoy performing!  No one will ever think to look here!  As if!  The perfect crime is always committed in several differenct places.  Are you proud of me now, mother?
Before we continue, let us get one thing straight.  You are getting the best end of the bargain.  You get your misery to eternally end.  The cure for life is death. The only cure.  Doctors give the mentally ill and deppressed patients pills, nothing but pills and sessions!  NOTHING THAT HELPS AT ALL!  If I were a doctore (which I should be), I would prescribe the onyl solution, suicide.
At least that would end their trauma and drama.  What really is the goal of life?  My mommy was always tlaking about God.  God this and God that.  If He really cared, then why do people get to hurt other people liKE I was hurt?  I think that He is ourselves...yet another entity created by sadistic minds to better their lives to their own benefits.  So essentially, I am Zues?
Heehee, I just thought of quite the hilarity.  Kill or be killed, as they always have said.  I choose to kill, unlike all of the other weak minded people out there.  That just hurt and hurt all of the others.  That is why I am how I am.  But baby, if I were in your position, I would be grateful   At least then, I owuld not have to suffer anymore!
Anyway, here is another rule, dear sweet.  I beg of you, scream, scream hard and in pain!  Like you never have before!  It really turns me on.  I would not call myself sick and twisted, nor dark and deranged, not like others would.  I would only name myself as a seeking soul.  What it is that I seek, I do not know.  I am not sure if I will ever.  But perhaps, if I ever find out, I will finally see the purpose to my seemingly meaningless and meager life.
Alrighty then.  Now that we are here, what to do first?  I choose, of course.  I give you deep thanks for your dedicated cooperation.  I need not a weapon to even control your sad little mind.  If there was a Victim-Of-The-Year-Award, I would assure that it goes to you.
I take that back!  You reallt are no fun, not at all.  Well, we will try and switch it up a bit.  Truly, you will become the model victim.  Yes indeed, we are goign to have so much fun getting you to scream. I hope to smile like I used to, just as when I was a young boy, free to prance around in the meadows with bunnies and rainbows galore!
I can already see your lush and youthful body sprawled across my dank wooden floors; blood staining the oak to cherry.  Deaht, I am sure, can already taste the salt of your red rivers upon his tongue.  Closer now, your time is coming fast!  I just hope that my end can be as utterly terrifying, yet so glorified!