"Let's play a game."

It was the first thing he told me this morning, when he dragged me out of his little museum.

I was a mess. My body was begging for some proper rest, and i needed to eat something before i pass out for good. A shower would be good too, but for now i just wanted to get away from him.

"Before that, go take a shower and change your clothes. I've prepared clothes for you. And I'll have the maids prepare breakfast."

Did he get possessed?

"What?" I stared at him, trying to figure out if he was joking.

"What? Now go, before i change mind." He pushed me towards the bathroom, walking out of the room whil i stood there in shock. Grabbing the clothes he left, i locked the bathroom door, before stripping myself naked and turning on the tap.

I would have used the bathtub, but i figured i should just take a short shower. It didnt take long for me to finish up and before i knew it i was done with my shower. I appreciated how all the bath products were vanilla scented, just like mine back at home.

Home.

I sighed at the thought if it, staring at myself in the mirror before I started to comb through my hair. It hasn't been that long, but i missed my old life. I missed me working my ass off to pay my bills and feed my family, i missed the feeling of being productive. Being here was pure torture. Not just physically, but mentally as well.
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"That was fast." I forced out a smile as i sat down infront of him, eyes laid on the spread of food infront of me. There was so much. Seafood, chicken, vegetables, everything.

"Before you dig in, Ive mentioned that I'd like to play a game." V picked up the knife placed infront of him, raising it up before looking at me.

"A game of tic tac toe. Childhood game. I'm sure you'd know it." He smiled, shifting his seat to the one beside me while i moved my chair away from his. He has a knife in his hand. For all i know, he may just stab me right in the heart and kill me here.

"I dont have a paper, nor do i have a pen. But i figured your blood would be the perfect shade of red ink, and your skin would be better than any paper."

"So shall we start from your thighs?" V traces the knife on my skin, leaving a trail of blood wherever the knife travelled. With every second the knife seemed to press deeper down into my skin, and it was now getting harder to fight the pain.

By now he was done drawing the lines, now smiling at the bloody mess he has created. It was definitely going to leave a scar, and i bet he's proud of what he's done.

"Shall i start?"

"It hurts."

"Did i ask?" I lifted my head up to face the psycho infront of me, pushing him away before standing up. "I'm done. I'm leaving. I'll call the cops on you the moment i leave. You deserve to rot in hell if you find joy doing this." It scared me how calm i was speaking, how my voice wasn't shaking and how i had the courage to look at him in the eye.

Blood trickled down my thighs, and i wiped it with my bare hands before facing him again, waiting for him to say something about my outburst.

"You're getting so worked up just because i wanted to play a game. But since you want to leave, I'm not an unreasonable man."

"You have an hour to find your way out of here, and if i dont find you by the end of tomorrow, you're free to go. But if you do get caught, When you get back here again I'll make sure you'll never dare to utter a single word of defiance again. You hear me?" My body froze when he threw the knife in my direction, aiming it right at my leg. Now another wound formed as i hissed in pain, tears falling as i clutched onto my now bleeding ankle.

"Good luck then." He turned away from the living room, leaving me here alone,wounded.