You peered around the doorway, sneaking through the house to try an escape. So far Jefferson didn’t hear you, he just stood there in a room, with the door slightly cracked open, loudly sharpening a pair of large sewing scissors.

Honestly you had no clue how this was happening. You accidentally hit a guy with your car, and then you got drugged by him, and now you were trying to escape before he kills you or something? Who knows, your focus was on the floorboards and making sure they didn’t creek, and to your horror they did, and Jefferson definitely heard. Now you were running through his maze of a mansion, fun. Jefferson tackled you down, the scissors open to your neck and gently pressed against it.

“You really think you can escape from me?” He says, sounding slightly irritated, He leans forward slightly, his eyes narrowed.