He needed to be careful, you were smarter that he had anticipated, and it worried him how close you were to finding out his nasty secrets.

He was straddled over your hips, holding the glistening hunters knife to your throat. “All I want from you sweet thing, is an itty bitty plea, an apology, you got too close gorgeous…”

He hums softly dragging the knife over your skin, “c’mon now… say it… please mr ghostface, please I’m sorry let me live. repeat it after me, sweetheart..”