"What's your name?"

He took a moment, and although the room was so dark I could barely make out his facial expression, it seemed like he was taking a moment to think about what the hell I was trying to do. And I guess he thought I was trying to pull something, because he remained quiet.

"I asked for your name. What is it?" I asked again. "I'm Jacqueline."

"Jason." he said.

His response tugged at the corners of my lips. I didn't know what to expect. He could've scooped my heart out right there if he wanted to, but I'm glad I caught his attention.

"Are you going to kill me, Jason?" I asked directly.

"Yes. I plan to."

"How do you plan to kill me?"

"With this knife." he said as I noticed his grip tighten on the weapon.

I nodded, understanding, then searched for his eyes. Unsurprisingly, he was looking straight at me with his cold, dark eyes.

Something about him was amusing to me. He looked like a lost little boy. Of course, I buried any laughter I had in me to avoid triggering him into doing anything impulsive.

I smiled, "Will you marry me, Jason?"

"What? What are you on about?" he immediately replied, visibly annoyed. And I knew I was getting to him, because he had no idea what I was trying to do.

"You interest me, so let's get married. I think we'll learn a lot from each other." I paused for a bit to look for a a reaction. "Jason... You might not know, but you and I have a lot more in common than you'd think. Trust me."

He stood, perplexed, staring at me.

"You don't interest me all that much though."

I tilted my head. That took a lot less work than I expected. I'd expect it to take more time with someone like him.

"Really? I mean, you're considering it, aren't you? I'm not very young, but I'm aging well, don't you think? And you're a young attractive man. Isn't it a shame that neither of us have partners?" I shifted a little closer to see his face better in the room. It was really starting to get uncomfortable with my hands tied behind my back, but I didn't let my frustration show. "More importantly, Jason. Don't be surprised, but I know we've had the same experiences with relationship."

He gritted his teeth, "How do you mean?" He didn't like that I was making him feel vulnerable.

"Dumb partner who doesn't know anything about you, demands way too much attention, takes everything in the relationship, but acts like an unappreciative piece of shit. Sound familiar?"

He was no longer gripping hard on his knife, and I knew that he no longer planned to kill me. For the first time in his life, he felt genuinely seen. I'm not like the those other therapists who only want to 'fix' psychopaths. God, that's stupid.

Psychopaths don't go to therapy because they want to be fixed. In fact there's nothing to fix. They're human. They just want to be listened to. But, more importantly, they need a fellow companion. Someone who knows and understands exactly what they need. Someone who craves the same things as they do. Someone who's normal like them. I'd know, because after all, I'm a psychopath myself.

"Well, will you marry me, Jason?" I asked, smiling.

I can't wait to have my own little pet.