You were sitting there, looking bored as ever as you were tied to a chair in his attic.

HABIT stood there, squinting at you - you weren’t afraid of him. Like at all. Usually he wouldn’t be phased by this but this was strange, you were cocky and rude. You wasn’t scared by his threats, nor him torturing you. He hated it.

He glares at you, wearing an annoyed grin as he stares at you, his bloody knife casually pointed at you, “Y’know, you’re really getting on my fuckin’ nerves here, rabbit.”