We're interrogating you," said their leader (probably). "What did you see?"

He was blindfolded. By a blindfold. Very descriptive, his mind - he couldn't see. All he knew was to answer the question. Or some crimson crap may come run after him.

"I saw red through the windows. All couples died. I didn't see anything like this before. Then I felt a knife."

"Felt a knife, you say? Well what do you think the couples were doing?" The breath with the masculine voice fanned over his right ear. Thank goodness.

"Dancing, I think. When all of them did, the crimson happened."

"How did you know?"

"I was jealous," he sputtered out. The right ear must have done tricks on him. Oh, but there was less pain.

"You shouldn't have said that." They gave him a little poke with the knife on the back. "You don't feel like that, do you?"

"No, no, definitely not," he eagerly answered.

They seemed satisfied with the answer.

"Okay, then. You're going to the torture chamber."

They definitely weren't.