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

Carefully, he pulled back as his tongue ran over his own bottom lip before it went over his top one to clean off any of the scrumptious treat. His left hand came around her head, and his left index nail tilted up her chin. (F/n), though, just was trying to recompose herself, but her mind still was processing his words and his recent action; however, it discovered a horrible fact during that time frame.

Instantly, she locked her eyes onto his, and he raised a brow at her sudden change of expression. Unadulterated fear danced in her (e/c) optics, and her hands gripped his hoodie. They even tugged a bit on it as if she suddenly desired for him to kiss her again. The creature nearly sighed at the thought in happiness, but he doubted that reason to be the explanation for her present stare.

Before he could ask her about it, she gripped his hoodie harder. It was as thought she didn't even register the nail under her chin anymore, and he removed it since he would end up stabbing her if she pulled on him again. "My parents ..." He could hear her heartbeat increase in pace. "The deal ... I ..." Ah, so that was what she was getting at.

Giggling, he shook his head. He removed his right arm from her waist and cupped her left cheek with his hand. "Don't worry about that." The creature tapped his left nail to his head. "Remember? You had been too worried about those other things, and you hadn't been thinking about killing me." He grinned. "Since killing me wasn't your intent, you didn't break our deal. Your parents will be kept alive, and I won't lock you away." Another giggle parted from him. "Though, I do kind of have you locked up now."

(F/n) relaxed before she tensed. Carefully, she stepped away from him and back towards the office door. "Then, ..." She couldn't finish that line of thought; she didn't want to.

"No," he replied simply and placed his hands in his pockets. He went over to the desk and leaned against the back of it. "You haven't broken that deal. This is merely timeout, but," he held up the keys, "I would like something more before I let you out of here."

Relief washed over her more, but she kept up her guard and motioned for him to continue. "Your lip is still bleeding. I'm going to clean it up and," his eyes scanned over her form, and she tensed again under his inspecting gaze, "take some of you there." His left index finger pointed to her left thigh. Even though it was the creature before her, her cheeks heated up slightly, but that only was due to embarrassment, nothing else.

"What?" she asked, though; she almost shouted in the process. "No, I'd have to ..." She clenched her fists and shook her head.

The creature, though, only smirked. "It's not too much to ask for. I'm postponing when I torture and kill Nick, I haven't tagged you and I'm not considering your earlier stabbing of me to be an attempt on my life." He rested his chin on the palms of his hands and grinned. "It's a low price to pay." Another giggle departed from him. "Besides, I'll also let you out of here, and I'll let you even take the truck."

Hearing that, she did suppose that the offer was ... generous in some sick, messed up way. "And if I don't agree, I suppose that your 'consideration' is going to change." He only grinned more, but a threatening gleam did flash through his very pale blue optics. She pressed herself against the door more and shifted uncomfortably. "And, there must be some condition to go with the truck."

"Oh, there is," he practically sang out. He held up his left index finger and tilted it to its right and left sides in a back and forth manner. "You have to take the road heading south. If you take the one heading north, I will end the game the next time I see you after this grocery store."

Surprised, she furrowed her brows. "South? Not north, but I ..."

Cutting her off, he giggled and responded, "Yes, I do like the cold more than the heat. It makes it easier to catch my victims and you, but you can consider this another generous addition to the package I'm giving you in exchange for that cleanup and bite." He shrugged. "Besides, seeing new sights with you sounds like fun." The creature winked. "And, you know how I like to have fun with you." She shivered at the way he practically purred to her. "So, what do you say, my partner?"

None of her wished to have him take a portion of her left thigh. He didn't even say if it was the inner or outer part! Unfortunately, his deal was offering a lot, and it was possible that he no longer would postpone Nick's horrific fate. The creature might even change his perspective on her stabbing him, which would result in her parents' death. As if not to give him a straight answer right away, though, she asked, "How long do I have before you start chasing me again?"

"Ten minutes."

"But, that's ..."

"You always can run on foot, and I can give you the same amount of time." He giggled. "I could even destroy the truck." The creature held up both of his hands. "Ten minutes. No more. No less." Before he lowered his hands, he began to countdown. "And, you don't have much longer to decide, my little helper." Another giggle escaped him. "You better hurry," he mentioned in a sing-song voice.

Her eyes watched his fingers go down one by one, and her heart rate picked up again. She didn't want to agree, but the alternative probably was dreadful. "Fine!" she yelled, hoping that she didn't wake up the employees and that the metal door served its purpose for keeping their voices secret.

Only having four fingers up, the creature giggled. "Earlier than I expected." She didn't look amused, and she clenched her hands tightly. He lowered both of his hands and signaled for her to come over. Reluctantly, she did. When she was a few feet from him, he smirked up to her and pushed himself off of the desk. The creature moved the chair aside and motioned for her to sit up on the desk. (F/n) glowered to him, which only caused him to giggle, but she did seat herself. "Good girl," he whispered, and she wanted kick him in the groin at that point.

Once more, he tilted up her chin, and she couldn't resist shutting her eyes when he dragged his tongue across her bloody lips. Before he pulled away, he kissed her again, and he softly sucked on the wound. Due to both the discomfort and slightly painful nature of the interaction, a displeased moan escaped her, and she could feel the creature smirk against her lips. Thankfully, he ended the kiss shortly after, and she sucked in a breath that she needed before she reached for one of the tissues on the desk. The creature, though, stopped her and shook his head. "No, let it heal on its own." He giggled, though; it sounded as though it was filled with pleasure. Her stomach turned at the sound. "It'd be a shame to wipe that up."

Hovering his lips near hers, he fixated his eyes on hers, and she leaned back and supported the action by pressing her hands into the desk. "Or, I could kiss you again," he breathed out, and she shook her head. A sigh parted from him, and he stood back up right. "Very well, but your lips are so deliciously soft. They're like little beads bursting with flavor." She didn't look impressed by the compliment. Instead, she scowled and looked away from him. He giggled in response before his hands moved down to her thighs, and she nearly leaped off of the desk.

He couldn't help but giggle, and his hands soon reached up to her jacket, but she daringly swatted them away. Thankfully, she had missed his nails in the process, and he quirked a brow. "You don't need to take off my jacket, and I can unbutton my jeans myself."

Shaking his head, he remarked, "It's like you forgot our time back in the cabin."

"I tried to, but you just reminded me of it again," she argued back. He grinned and winked, but he did draw his hands back from her. Reluctantly and shakily, she moved her fingers down to the button on her jeans. Before she undid it, she nearly shouted, "Can you at least look the other way while I do this?"

"You don't want to perform a ..." He furrowed his brows in thought, but she gave him a death glare, and he held up his hands. "Fine, fine." The creature turned around, and she was half-tempted to knock him out, but she doubted that she'd be able to strike him in time.

Ignoring the heat on her cheeks, she removed her boots, slipped off of the desk, undid the button and zipper and removed her pants. She seated herself back on the desk and tugged on her jacket and shirt so that it would cover her underwear. "... Okay," she muttered as she tightened her grip on her clothes and didn't meet his gaze since he began to turn around. Much to her surprise, he didn't make another comment. Rather, he touched her left thigh in a gentle manner, but the sensitive skin still tensed under his touch.

By a little bit, he moved her thigh to the side before he knelt down in front of her. She tried to ignore the fact that he was between her legs presently, and she stared at the wall as though all of this was its fault. When his tongue glided over a section of her inner thigh, she held back a whimper, and her nails dug into the fabric of her clothes hard. (F/n) couldn't believe that this was happening right now, and she didn't want to believe it, but his tongue touched her skin again. Her arms couldn't help but shake, and she refused to view his expression. That action, though, didn't hold long when his teeth nipped at her leg, and her leg jumped up a little. He pressed it back down against the desk with his right hand, and she accidentally glanced down only to see his eyes pinned on hers.