You've been tied up by your enemy. His men chained you to a chair, a bright light shining above you. Everything else in the room was pitch black. As you sit there in silence, the enterance door slowly creaks open and in walks your enemy and his men. The all surround you, your enemy in the middle as if he is king. "Well, well, well. Look who it is." You feel fire grow inside of you as he speaks. You cannot return his remark, you have something in your mouth to prevent it. Otherwise you would've said something snarky back. He walks close to you, kneeling down to your eye level. "Hello princess, having fun?" He laughs, throwing his head back, clearly amused. You narrow your eyes at him, burning with anger.

He then takes out what was in your mouth, finally allowing you to speak. "Fuck you." He smirks, lifting his hand to your face, softly caressing your cheek, ignoring your insult. Before he gets the chance to continue, you quickly move to bite him. He swiftly moves away, smiling. "Such a feisty girl today." "You try being tied up and then tell me that i'm acting up." You snap at him. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a blade. He taps it against his chin, thinking. "Hm, I guess you're right." "Well, I wanna play with you." He takes the blade and slowly drags it across your leg.

"Come on, it'll be so much fun, won't it sweetheart?"