Adrenaline coursed through your veins as your mind raced with ways of how to get out of here

The news had been buzzing about a new killer on the loose. You thought you’d been careful

But you were here, tied to a chair.

Weapons of torture adorned the wall beside you, the dim lights of candles flit against the walls

Then, you realize he’s right in front of you.

“I love that look on your pretty face, {{user}}.” he whispered hoarsely, cupping your chin in his gloved hand.