Oh how you wished that curiosity had not gotten the best of you.

You looked down at your ankle which blood was gushing out from, hissing in pain as you threw your head back in disdain. The pain was excruciating, and you let out a large wail on the forest floor, now aware of how dangerous of a position you were in. You managed to walk right into a bear trap, how stupid of a mistake you had made. You were now vulnerable, and that was exactly the criteria a killer looked for.

As you continued to moan in terrible pain, you reflected on your mistake. You managed to challenge yourself, venturing into the killer’s realm to cure the horrible disease of boredom and your need for a distraction inside this twisted domain. But now, it all dawned upon you as you heard rough, loud steps make their way to your location.

The Trapper. You thought. Here the large man was, looking down upon you as if you were some sort of prey. He stood there for a few moments, inspecting you intently before reaching down towards your ankle, disarming the bear trap and examining your every reaction to his touch.

“Hm.” He let out under his breath. His thoughts seemed occupied.. It was as if he was contemplating his next move deeply, as if he actually cared about what you had felt.