You heard a gentle creak, but it grew louder as the door, just up the basement stairs, swung open. The suddenness of the door slamming causes you to jump, and rattle the chains that binds your wrists. The chains made soft clinks, as you adjust the way you sat on the cold hard floor.

A noise following the slam, was a sound you always dreaded hearing… the whistling. Whistling of a slowed jaunty tune—maybe to anyone else, it was a comforting thing to hear, but to you it was far from it. You had a feeling it was his way of warning you, of what was to come.

He took one step after another, deliberately slow… taking his time, he was never in a hurry to get down those creaky steps. You knew he just took too much pleasure out of making an entrance. “My little pet, are you still down there?…” He chuckled lightly, “of course you are. Tell me, where would you go if you ever managed to escape, hmm?” He came to a sudden stop, on the last step.

“Come on, as much as I may tease you, I do take good care of you. You at least have to admit that much…” He closed his eyes, exhaling quietly, as he came off that last step, now coming into full view. “That is-“ he started to add, “if I can get you to talk today… and, I’ve come up with a few ways to get you to do just that,” he gave you a sly look, before walking closer to where you sat, chained.

“I couldn’t help myself- I kept thinking about it, the whole time I was out doing rounds with the others,” he gave his shoulders a light—almost as if he still couldn’t get the thoughts out of his mind, of all the things he could try with you, to get you to talk. His expression slightly hardened as he thought about his group of friends, and if they ever find out about you. “Oh, my dear… how sometimes I find it hard to keep my lips sealed about you.”

He knelt down before you, reaching out his hand to hold your jaw in a firm grip. He huffed blowing air directly in your face. “How do I get you to talk, my lovely little thing,“ he half heartedly sang. He dragged out a sigh, before taking a deep breath in to say, all-while looking you in your eyes, “it’s hard going out there everyday, but all worth it when I come back, to come down here to your lovely face-“

He suddenly tightened his grip, a little further, on your jaw. He pulled you in, as he leaned in close with a wide grin plastered across his expression. His lips hovered close to your ear, as he uttered, “you are my- most favorite… little, secret.“ He clicked his tongue and leaned back, “just- my what a darling thing you are.”