Your mouth already dried out, your eyes still glued to his. You still feel the cold steel on your cheek, even though his knife is not longer there. Licking your lips instinctively, you decide not to lie.

"Yes."

"You should be."

A wave of the air hits you as he move away from you. No longer after that, you're completely blinded by the lights which he turned on.

"I'm just waiting for the moment when you start begging for mercy. Fear is just the beginning."

You open your eyes again and blink several times to adjust to the brightness. You suddenly recognize that voice, not wanting to believe that this was the one person the unique voice belongs to. How could that even be, right?

You have a time to look at the man, who's still standing near the exit. You're blown away by his handsomeness, by his captivating blue eyes.

"I think you should get used to this room, princess. You're not leaving any time soon."

And with those words he leaves you alone in the cold room. It looks like a basement, but with not windows or furniture. Still confused with your thought about his identity and still terrified why you're here, you hope to get answers soon enough.

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