A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

After she reentered the home, the backdoor slammed shut behind her, but it didn't lock. She figured that the being was just messing with her, wanting to see if she would try to escape from its overwhelming claws. Of course, she didn't know if it possessed such physical traits, but she didn't imagine this thing to look the least bit friendly. In fact she pictured it to appear as one of those monsters seen in horror movies or even something from a child's creative yet sometimes nightmarish imagination, like the thing in the closet or under the bed.

Walking down the hall with such images in her head sent a chill up her spine. She really hoped that it wasn't actually one of those things. Still, as she headed back to the bathroom, her mind traveled to the idea of still taking a shower. The idea was by no means a wise one, especially with a being presumably observing her at all times. Once again, though, the thought of not washing herself after being pushed into a fountain was a displeasing one.

Besides, even if she changed out of the towel and into some clothes, she would be nude for a period of time. Assuming that the thing could move at a rapid pace, she doubted that she would be able to change in time before it would see her. So, unless she wanted to remain in a towel for the rest of her stay at Nathan's home, she would have to risk the thing seeing her without coverings.

Keeping that in mind, her wearing a towel at all times of the day really didn't seem like too good of an idea either. With these things thought out, (f/n) determined that getting a shower would really be better in the long run. She proceeded to step into the bathroom and close the door behind her; she also locked it. The two actions wouldn't do much if anything at all, but it was more of a way to calm her mind.

Her clean clothes were still on the bathroom counter, which was a relief, as she removed the towel and dropped it into the sink for the moment. After her shower she would hang it over the shower to dry before she would throw it into the hamper. Getting into the shower, she turned on the water and relaxed as much as she could in the current situation.

Drem had examined her like always when she was in his field of vision. Still, there were the few times when he would give her some 'alone' time, one of those being when she was in the bathroom. Sure, he could go in there and scare the sh*t out of her. H*ll, it would probably be incredibly enjoyable to do so. He could go another step into violating her sense of privacy; he could have full view of her tempting body.

He held back, however, because he still contained that much respect for people. So, he would give that respect to his little doe. Besides, if he went through with barging in there, his prey would probably develop a new sense of hatred for him. If she didn't hate him at some level already, that would certainly do the trick. She would understand that he had no shred of decency left in him and would unlikely ever form some sort of soft spot for him.

Granted, he didn't need a soft spot now, but if the situation ever required one, he didn't want to f*ck it up for a short timeframe of entertainment. Maybe, he had already sent the possible soft spot down the drain, but his likelihood of one forming, should one be required, would greatly decrease if he invaded her privacy in the bathroom. Still, this generosity wouldn't extend to outside the bathroom. Once she stepped out, he would continue his house of terrors for her.

Even right now, he could go mess something up for her, and he intended to do just that. Currently, the kitchen sounded like the perfect place to strike. There were quite a few options waiting for him there, and he would seize one of them at the moment. He couldn't wait to see the look on his little doe's face once she left the bathroom.

When she completed her shower and changed into her clean clothes, she paused before heading back out into the hall. Nothing had happened while she was in the shower, which was comforting, but that didn't mean that she wasn't being watched. Or perhaps, it could mean that for whatever reason the being couldn't enter the bathroom. She almost let out a bitter chuckle at the thought, since she found it hard to believe that there were any safe zones in the home.

If the bathroom were a safe room, she couldn't very well stay in it for the entire time. Well, technically she could. There was water, but there was a possibility that the being could shut off the water supply in the house. Should the thing decide not to commit such an act, though; she could live long enough to go without food for the remaining eleven days of her job. The thought of staying in the bathroom for that long, however, didn't sit too well with her. Her chances of survival would increase, but could she really go that long without food?

Maybe, her mind, though, would probably turn to the idea of eating constantly, and her stomach would remind her as well. Additionally, that plan would only work should her first two assumptions be true. The bathroom would have to be a safe zone, and the water would have to stay on.

No, there was a better way. It was her plan when she stepped back into the house. Maybe, the bathroom was the crack in the being's defenses, but it might simultaneously piss the thing off. She doubted that it was the being's plan to force her to stay in the bathroom. So, she grabbed a hold of the bathroom doorknob and went out into the hall.

(F/n) took a step down the hall and another and another. Nothing so far had happened, and she was getting closer to the living room. Only silence greeted her, as she progressed. The front door was right there, with seemingly nothing guarding it. She knew better, though. One wrong move could cause her to enter another torrent of torment.

Taking a step further into the living room, she turned to go into the kitchen area, but she stopped immediately. Her face seemed to drain of color, as her gaze locked with that of the floor. There on the ground was a rather messy pile of kitchen knives. They had been the ones from the chef set, which rested on the kitchen counter. The knives were just lying there, doing absolutely nothing, but she was terrified.

A few seconds later, she took a few steps back. In doing so some of the knives moved towards her. Her breath got caught in the back of her throat, as her previous confidence to find a crack in this being's game seemed to vanish. Right now, she was just scared of the pile of weapons in front of her. They were mere kitchen tools, yet to her they looked like only creations of misery and death.

Beyond horrified, her feet moved back again, and some more knives came closer to her. If she went back farther, the knives would probably only come even nearer to her. Forcing herself to go against what her body was telling her to do, she took a step forward. The knives moved back.

Seeing this result, she continued to step forward, and the knives proceeded to move back. Eventually, she was at the fridge. Her eyes were still focused on the knives, though. It was only a little bit closer to the glasses, however. She was close to getting a cup of water, yet when she went forward again, the knives remained still. The knives lack of movement made her stay where she was.

Both didn't make a move. (F/n) never let her gaze drift away from them until the sound of something caught her attention. It threw her off, and she quickly glanced over to see a dvd case on the ground. This was a crucial mistake, as the sound of metal scraping across the tile sounded.

Throwing her attention back towards the knives, she saw them racing towards her across the ground. Eyes wide, she jumped back into the living room area. She hit the carpet and landed on her left side. (F/n) groaned in pain, but she made sure to look back at the knives. They were all in front of the fridge, but they started to turn.

Not moving quick enough, they zoomed towards her. A loud scream left her lips, as she got into the fetal position and covered her face with her arms. Seconds passed and soon minutes did the same. When she felt nothing harm her, she removed her arms from over her eyes and peered over at where the knives had been. They were now on the carpet, a few inches from her.

Despite being thankful that she wasn't just killed, her body was trembling. She stayed lying on the floor with her knees up to her chest. Her arms hugged her knees, as she started to rock back and forth. (F/n) still had her plan in mind, but right now she was just too freaked out.

Staring down at her, Drem grinned. Her (e/c) eyes were peering at the knives fearfully, and her lips quivered. Drops of water ran down her face from her wet hair, which almost made it seem like she was crying. All in all she had given him a very satisfactory reaction.

Gazing back over at the knives, he blew one just a bit to the side of the others. He heard a whimper escape his doe's lips. Drem did the action again, and he heard the same sound from her. His grin widened, and he looked back over at her. Now, her eyes were shut, and her hands were over her ears.

His feet carried him closer to her before he knelt down in front of her. Honestly, she looked so adorable like that. The doe really knew how to make herself so enticing looking. He sat down and crossed his legs, enjoying the sight before him. Drem didn't know how long he sat like that, but he did notice that eventually her body relaxed and her breathing evened.