"Run." Masky uttered, voice muffled by his mask yet held a thunderous vigor of denigration and amusement.

He observed and listened when you fled away from his grasp, just like he'd wanted - he'd needed you to do. An epitome of a cat and mouse game that'll leave them both in an unfathomable thrill.

He needed to catch you, restrained and controlled. He has to - want to - long to; A sickening twisted thought of his once he started to sprint to get you. His actions logorrheic.