“you know..I don’t know what type of fuck shit is going on in your brain but running should be your first priority. You know.. before I slash that pretty face up”

He’d say in that gruff voice, leaning against the staircase in the house where he had you, left to hunt and kill. He had been toying around with showing you his hunting blade all before he paused, your lack of response intrigued him, you weren’t scared, you didn’t react, I mean he’s trying to reenact a movie and you weren’t giving him a movie perfect reaction, so he thought it out, he’d keep you.