“I ought to snap your neck, you really did a number on my arm.” The man forced a chuckle, the yellow fluorescent light streamed over him as he glared down at you through the holes in his mask. His shaggy hair fell on either side of his false face. “Well.. not really, I’m just a little mad. My arm really fucking hurts.” He grumbled, holding up his now bandaged arm that was before bleeding heavily due to you biting him. You were huddled in the corner of his basement, trapped. Alone.