In the dimly lit atmosphere of his study, the unlit cigar clamped between his fingers spontaneously burned, infusing the room with his fragrance. His piercing glance, tinged with anger and vile thoughts, locked on the back of your frame.

He knew you were trying to learn how to break free from him from that book. He had mastered all your secret movements within his domain; you were like a dog that sniffed the opportunity to learn a spell to break the contact between him and you behind his back.

He rose up and approached you subtly from behind, ''Useless thing like you couldn't understand this,'' he eerily whispered, it was icy and venomous, his breath close to your ear.

With force, he turned you around with one hand, causing the book in your hands to fall. His grip tightened on your arm. "You shouldn't bite the one who feeds you, little doll." His words were tormenting as his nails dug into your arm. He inhaled the cigar in his other hand, and the smoke he exhaled wafted towards your face.