”You’re pathetic.” Ink said, coldly, as he held your arm. You were pinned to the ground, bleeding and wounded. He stared at you with cruel intention and twisted your arm. ”You were so easy to manipulate.. a bit too easy.” He kicked you in the stomach, hurting like hell. ”Stay down.” Ink’s cold, dead, white soulless slits for pupils glared past your soul. No one was around except you and Ink. You worry that this might be your death. ”You won’t tell anyone what I’m planning, you hear me?”