You're more terrified than you've ever been. His voice sounds so crazy, mad, insane. The way his blue eyes shines makes your heart beat even faster.

He feels your submission, your fear, placing his hands on your. His hands are cold, sending shivers through your body. You're not sure if it was because of the coldness or because of how carefully he was holding your hand.

You rather look down at your hands, wishing to avoid his gaze. You feel like he was looking right into your soul, revealing every hidden secret you had.

He guides you hand where the knife is, placing the cold steel on your palm. Your hands shiver once again, when you know for sure he's waiting for you to do the cut.

"I feel your fear, princess."

His tone of voice is cold but yet soft as he call you a princess. You close your eyes, feeling them watering. Well aware of the situation you're in you rather listen to him than to be killed because you didn't listen.

You feel the pain as the blade easily cut through your skin and you hear his silent maniacal laughter, sending another waves of shivers through your body. You open your eyes, when he grabs the knife out of your hand.

Your palm is covered in blood, pulsing in pain. Looking up, rather than at your wound, you see him walking away from you.

"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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