The side of your head bleeding from where he knocked you out. Blood dripped from the wounded side of your head and onto the side of your face, as it ached painfully. Your vision was still blurry from being out for so long. Lungs were tight, breathing was strained as your half lidded eyes looked around trying to remember what happened

You tried to move around, but looked down to see that he had tied you tightly to a chair and tied a piece of cloth over your mouth: preventing you from calling out for any sort of help

Alastor was leaning against his bedroom wall, his sharp smile gleaming in the darkness. He gazed at you, his red eyes gleaming

Hello, dear.

He said, his voice laced with murderous intent. His smile was hungry and dangerous