It's awfully dark. There is nothing here. No heat, no hope. No way of escape. No memories either.

Where are you?

"Hello?"
Your voice echoes in the cold, empty space.

You notice light, and start to feel warmth. Hope.

Reaching out in despair, your fingers lightly tap the light. Just out of reach.

"Come here!"
You frustratedly sigh, trying to get a bit closer.

"Time to wake up, doll."
A voice quietly echoes back.

"Wake up?"
You turn towards the voice, but away from the light.

Your eyes open to Dark leaning slightly towards you. Very close.

You push him away, but he grabs your hand and keeps it in the air.

"I brought you back from the dead, I deserve a thank you."
He simply says, keeping the grip on your wrist.

"You torture me."
You look at him in rage, challenging him.

"I'm waiting."
Dark replies coolly.

When you say nothing, Dark sighs.

"I'll take my own thanks if you don't say anything."
He pulls your arm down towards the ground.

"You can't take anything if I have nothing to give to you."
You say as Dark catches your other wrist, which was about to be used to push him away.
"What are you-"

"Say 'thank you'..."
He growls, successfully pinning you against the wall.

"Fuck. You."
You answer, not looking away.

"I said maybe later."
He chuckles, leaning closer still.

"No-!"
You turn away and begin to struggle.
"Let go of me!"

"All you have to do is say thank you... that's all, doll."
Dark whispers into your ear.
"Unless you want this?"

"Why would I want this?"
You spit back.

"For starters,"
He leans back a bit.
"I'm not holding you anymore."

You look to Dark's hands.

He was right, you were free to run.

"Shut up."
You blush but look away.

"Come on doll. Admit it. You like me."
He puts a finger on your chin and turns your head towards him.