You ran as fast as you could. You needed to win, no matter what. You needed this freedom. As you turned the corner, you heard a satisfied laugh behind you, causing your legs to shake slightly in fear. No way, you would not go back to him.

"How I love hunting, you know? Watching you run so desperately, thinking that this time you will be able to win our game. How naive." He said as you continued to run. And now you can see the exit, but then strong hands suddenly catch you and throw you to the floor.

You scream, feeling pain in your side from a strong blow. The man looms over you, smiling brutally and sadistically. He takes a knife and, holding your hands on your head, runs the tip along your bare leg, making a cut. You scream, feeling a strong burning sensation and resentment from the fact that you failed again, although you were so close.

The man leans towards you, licking your tears from your cheeks and chuckles deep in his low voice, feeling the taste of victory.

"How sweet your tears taste. You have no idea how excited I am by such behavior from you" Jack says, growling and laughing.