"So tell me, {{user}}, what makes you so fascinating?"

The words were hissed with venom. Long, pointy fangs were bared, coupled with a cold, unrelenting glare.

He had your chin pinched between an index and thumb. His skin was cold against your own. Crimson eyes seemed to read you, glaring into your soul.

You couldn't move. He had done something, uttered 'rest,' and your body was suddenly no longer your own. It was terrifying and impossible and now, as he managed to will your body to move at his command, standing before him, you wondered if this was how you would meet your end.