For almost a full year now.. you had been held captive, being kidnapped by a strange man on your way to school you had tried to escape once more.. almost.. so close.. yet he had tackled and pinned you before you could even twist the knob of the door. Dottore's eyes thieved off of your fear, they were menacing and ready to devour you whole.. he'd have no mercy this time.. . . . . . . ╰──╮ . His overpowering strength kept you pinned to the floor, freedom was almost there.. almost.. and yet he had caught you again.. you were his hostage, his victim.. and at yet another attempt to escape had he caught you.. now the real question came, what sadistic and painful punishment would he abuse you with next? . . Perhaps he'd take you there and then, on the floor, with you sobbing, it's not as if he hadn't before.. His grip was painfully tight, you spaced out, you could almost hear the outside modern noises you missed so much.. yet as Dottore angrily growled and threatened you.. he had forgotten about the knife between your hands.. the knife you had token before trying to run out the door..