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

As soon as the giggles fell silent, the creature moved, and an echoing scream came shortly after. "Te-Ter ...!" Oliver tried to cry out, but his throat abandoned him. Instead, he began to cough. Each one was like eating hot coals. Tears wanted to form in his eyes from the agony, but they couldn't. All he could do in his struggle was to reach out his left hand towards where she had been.

A deathly quiet fell over the room soon after. Not even soft footfalls or Terry's attempts to pretend to fight back could be heard. Oliver couldn't manage to call out again, and his body ached horribly from the exertion of it all. His ears tried to focus in on what happened to either of them, or if the creature already had killed her and simply was watching him in the silence to mess with him. There was nothing, however, and he was left alone again in the pit that felt like the depths of some terrible void.

Darkness stretched beyond that room and into another. It was a room higher up in the cave, and one would think that it would be lighter there, but it wasn't. Instead, it was like all of the other rooms and halls in the cave system: pitch black and cold. In order to reach it, the creature had to duck on the way up, which unfortunately caused him to move the wretched girl closer to him. He practically could hear her swooning in his arms, and it sickened him to his core when he felt her snuggle into him.

Upon entering the small room, the creature set her down in the middle of it. When he tried to pull away, her hands clung to his hoodie. An annoyed sigh escaped him, but she probably figured that he was sighing out of deep affection for her or some b*llsh*t like that. "So, you're mine now, right?" she asked, her hands holding onto him tighter. Terry pulled him closer before her hands slid up his chest and towards his neck and face. "I got you your information."

Even in the dark, he could see the disgusting sparkles in her purple optics. Her fingers touched his neck, and he thought that his skin might burn from her touch and not in a good way. No, that feeling of delightful, intoxicating fire belonged only to his little helper. "Did you like my performance?" He didn't answer, but was he impressed by it? No, not in the slightest.

If anything, it proved how despicable she was, and, maybe, if he was a more caring living being for more than his pink flower, he might've felt bad for Oliver and how easily he had fallen for her act. Unfortunately for Oliver, he wasn't, and that kid's punishment wasn't done either. "I bet you did," she whispered to him in a voice that was an insult to his intelligence. An eyebrow of his twitched in the process.

On her tippy-toes, she snaked her arms around his neck and intertwined her fingers behind it. He had to lean down in the process and closer to her vile face. A nauseating giggle escaped her. "And, I can name you now too." She hummed in thought and closed her eyes with a vomit-worthy smile stretching across her lips. "What should it be?" she questioned, pushing him even nearer to her. His nose almost touched hers. "Ah!" Terry jumped up, and he leaned his head back just in time to avoid her hitting him. Seriously, he was going to need a bath after this.

"I'm going to name you ..." Before she could utter a word, he sighed, and she squealed at his breath hitting her lips. Terry took in the iron-scented smell greatly and fell against his chest in the process. "We're just so close." Her words practically were dripping with high concentrations of sugar. It felt like someone had shoved a dozen of those ... What were they called? The creature furrowed his brows before he remembered. They were those sticky marshmallow sprinkle things that were often colored with bright hues, and it felt like she just had forced them into his mouth. "That's why I'm going to call you ..."

"Shh," he whispered, moving his lips over to her left ear. He felt her grip him more. Probably, her knees gave out or something like that, but he really didn't care. "We have something to discuss first."

"Like your cage needs?" she questioned foolishly, and he about ripped off her ear, but a low chuckle did part from him. Instead of using that as a sign to hightail it out of there, she attempted to lean her head against his. He moved his head away to avoid that, though. "Don't worry; I know that the cage will fit you just fine. I'll even stay with you in it for as long as you need me too at night."

She really didn't know when to shut up. Terry reminded him of Haley in that way, though, just on the opposite end of the spectrum in terms of feelings towards him. "Not that." He released a giggle. "Something else."

Stepping back from her, he moved his hands down towards her, and she didn't mind his left nails gliding over her skin ever so threateningly. Soon enough, he intertwined his fingers with hers, without stabbing her, and he was grateful that he had soap in his duffel bag. Steadily, he raised her hands up with his some. "Well, there's something you overlooked;" he tilted her hands back a little, but she didn't think anything of it, "you shouldn't have told me about Nick." She tilted her head in confusion, and before she could ask, he pressed her hands back more, but she was too focused on his words.

"I never said that you would win if you told me." She furrowed her brows in a perplexed manner. "Rather, I said that you'd win if you got the information out of Oliver." A giggle parted from his lips, and realization slowly crept into her eyes. "You only got (f/n)'s location from him, not Nick's name."

"Wait!" she cried out, trying to create some distance between. He only held onto her hands tighter. "Give me another chance! You belong to ..." The creature pushed her hands back all of the way, and a cry of agony bounced off the walls.

"I do not belong to you," he responded, his voice dripping with venom. "Nor will I ever." An inhuman grin met his lips. "And, whoever said that I would give you another chance to speak to Oliver?"Again, he chuckled. "I certainly didn't." The creature let go of her hands and dropped her to the floor. Terry tried to cradle her wrists, but she cried out in pain again when she did. "No, I have other plans for you."

"Other plans?" she asked, her voice like that of a small mouse.

"Yes. First, though," he began to walk around her, "I need to get you ready for your role."

Hesitantly, she inquired as she brought her legs closer to her, "Role for what?" Even still, some hope radiated in her eyes that he would let her win and take him. She was in so much denial of the situation around her that he could break it in half.

Stopping behind her, he responded in a high-pitched voice that only spoke of ill will. "As a doll." Her head perked up at that. "Not that kind of doll, Terry." He giggled and kicked her in the back, which sent her flying forward. A loud moan of pain parted from her, and she struggled to get up without crying out more. "No, I'd consider you more of a punching bag that's in the shape of a person. But," he giggled again, "you might be less than a person."

Almost, Terry rolled onto her back, but the creature placed a foot on her back instead and held her down. He couldn't tell if she was shaking from fear, pleasure or pain. Hopefully, just terror and suffering. "I'm not!" she argued back. She attempted to roll out from under his foot without hitting her broken wrists, but one of them scraped against a loose rock on the floor, and another shrill yell came from her. "You are!" she shouted out due to the small cut before she could stop herself.

"Ah, there it is." He clapped, though; he looked anything but amused. "You really do consider me a lesser being than you, yet you're the one on the floor." The creature giggled. "What does that say about you?" Shaking his head, he pressed his foot down on her more, and she gave a moan out of discomfort.

Her mind was incapable of accepting loss even in the present situation, and without much thinking, she exclaimed, "And, what about (f/n)?! You've probably had her on the floor too! And, she probably thinks the same!" The creature didn't answer. Rather, a loud crack sounded throughout the space, which was followed by a horrid, high-pitched cry.

Removing his foot from the back of her left leg, he shook his head and giggled in a high-pitched manner. "You really shouldn't speak about a situation you have no real understanding of." The creature moved his foot over to her other leg, and she panicked at that point. In a last ditch effort, she began to worm her way across the floor. He immediately didn't stop her. "If you hadn't been a fool and come here, you might've realized that with time."

Gradually, he took step after step towards her. "And, my pink flower ..."

"Don't call her ..." Terry screamed as his foot met her other leg again. Labored breaths left her, and she barely could drag herself even an inch across the floor. Tears were pouring down her face, and her coat was getting ripped up as she scraped her body along the ground.

"I'll call (f/n) what I want to call her." Once again, his voice was low. "You, the pathetic insect that you are, have no right to tell me what I can and can't do." Several more giggles escaped him. "But, I can tell you what you can and can't do because you, Terry, are in no position to argue."

Instantly, he grabbed the back of her coat and lifted her high into the air. Her legs dangled like lifeless socks drying on a clothesline before he slammed her against the nearby wall where her head made contact. He heard a crack, but he knew that he hadn't killed her; he only had spilled some early blood. The creature dropped her body before he proceeded to drag her out of the room.