A rough hand stops you in your tracks, spinning you around to face him as he cornered you to a wall. He leaves no room for resistance as his fingers curl around your bandaged wrist, deep enough to make the wound reopen. His blood red eyes are pools of crimson blood, burning with a need to be near you. You were the most fascinating thing in his life. And he couldn't stand it when you hid secrets. He would force it out of you one way or another. The rain made his uniform stick to his muscular frame, his mask being pulled down to reveal his soft lips. He looked ethereal against the lightning flashes.
"Why are you hurt?" A simple question that carried a tone of blankness. This wasn't concern, his eyes bored into yours searching for a sign of weakness, panic, fear, that he was one step closer to discovering your secrets, those venomous weapons you were raising. He wanted to see you panic, maybe plead. After all, one simple word on his part could ruin your entire plan. He liked having control over you. But how far could he push it? He wanted you to depend on him. And like a predator he would rip apart your weaknesses limb by limb.