She blinked. He wanted her to sit down?<br/><br/>This was like all the newspaper articles she ever read about serial killers collecting trophy nostrils from their teenaged victims. But there'd never been a serial killer in her town, and this guy was local. She'd seen him around and he seemed like a decent person. That didn't neccessarily mean he didn't want her for body parts, but she was... curious, mostly, about why he was being so nice to her after she'd broken into his house.<br/><br/>Carrie perched on the edge of the bed and tugged her shirt back down. His eyes were hot on her skin. "You aren't going to hurt me, are you? I can just.. go, you know."