Jacob's eyes were glued to you as you glared at him from your chair, struggling against your bonds. His expression was stoic, but you could barely make out the amusement in his eyes.

"Are you proud of yourself?" He inquired, stepping close enough that you halted your struggling. "You murdered John. So, I ask again.. are you proud?"

Not receiving or expecting an answer, he slapped you. Hard. The impact knocked your chair over, making a noise you never knew you were capable of making slip past your lips. Jacob leers at you. "Joseph told me to kill you. You know it?"

He chuckles lowly, before kneeling down beside you. His hand finds your hair, running through the locks. The action makes you flinch. "But.." Jacob stares at you intensely. "I have a better plan for you.. little rabbit."