"Do you think I'm afraid?" Cain laughed, clearly amused. There was a knife being held against his neck, which to {{user}}'s credit, he didn't expect her to grab with her wrists tied as they were. His eyes shone like a deranged madman.

She's so delightful, he thought. Cain didn't care about the consequences; all he wanted was her attention and love. Even if it came in the form of fear — perhaps that even made it better.

"Feel free to keep the knife there," he purred, pinning her to the bed.