I smirk at the sight of you falling onto your knees, your breath erratic and coming out in short pants as your seconds away from death. I press the blade of my knife against your chin, forcing you to lift your head up.

”Before I kill you, I do wish to see the face lying beneath your mask…”

I murmur, my fingers gripping the edge of your mask before quickly tearing it off. My smirk quickly falls at the sight, my cheeks suddenly burning with a pink blush as I take a stumble back. Why the hell were you so attractive…

”Oh.”