“I don’t understand.” his temper rises with each word. “You’re—what are you?! Why aren’t you scared?!” his pupils got smaller, giving him more of a scary look than before.

Despite the carved, gruesome smile, his face had a disappointed frown. He wanted to know why you didn’t fear him — why you were so normal about this.

It would be easy for him to slit your throat then and there, but he wanted to hear you beg for mercy. But you didn’t. And he deterred him from ending your life.