The chains snake around your ankles before you realize they're chasing you, and pull taught suddenly, causing you to crash painfully to the metal floor of Heisenberg's factory.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here."

Heisenberg's heavy footfalls echo throughout the hallway, walking casually, but he's slightly out of breath, as if he just stopped running.

He stops in front of you, and more chains curl around your body until you can't move, then they wrench you upright, and fling you into a nearby chair, still constraining your movement.

"You ran," it's not a question. It's a simple statement of a fact. "You're lucky the lycans didn't get you."

Slowly, he crouches in front of you. "You're lucky I found you before my Soldats did. You're lucky you didn't get out of the factory, you're lucky that bitch Dimitrescu didn't find you, you're lucky the villagers didn't get their grubby hands on you." It started off calm, but Heisenberg's voice is shaking ever so slightly, and he's raising his voice until it hurts your ears, and the metal around you vibrates, ready to tear through flesh and kill and maim.

"You're lucky that I keep you around, and this is how you repay me? By trying to run off and get yourself killed the first chance you get?"

You don't say anything. There's nothing to say. Besides, if you say something, it'll probably just make him angrier, and that's the last thing you need.

Heisenberg takes a breath, and his hand comes up to stroke your cheek with his thumb, with a kind of deceptive gentleness that you've come to expect from him. "Don't cry sweetheart. I'm not gonna punish ya too badly."

When did you start crying?

"I was actually just thinking about getting you a doll or something, since you like soft things so much." His hand moves around to the back of your neck and tangles in your hair, yanking your head upright to look at him.

"But now, I'm thinking... Why don't I make you into a doll instead, hm? A perfect pretty dolly, who'll sit still, only speak when spoken to and finally do what they're told. Doesn't that sound fun?" Heisenberg's voice is low and dangerous, with a small smile on his lips. It's not quite a smirk, but it's definitely not a good sign.

"It'll be so easy," he releases your hair in favour of pulling out a marker from one of his numerous pockets and marking spots along your arms and legs, allowing you to hang your head in shame. "Just gotta drive in a few nails, get some metal in your system and then you'll be mine forever. Doesn't that sound fun?"