"Stop..."
You watch as Dark runs a finger on the edge of the blade, slicing the tip of his finger.
A black liquid slides down his finger.

"Please don't hurt me."
You drag your bruised leg away from him, wincing slightly.

"Begging won't change my mind."
He replies calmly.

"What will?"

"A favour."
Dark hums, not explaining himself further.

"What kind of favour?"
You ask, fearing the answer. Dark's answer had to be something horrible. Something bad.

"A small one, nothing big."
He continues to be mysterious.
Dark then turns his attention away from the knife and back to you.

"Don't come any closer."
You shake your head, panicking once again.

"There is nothing stopping me."
He reminds you, walking towards you.

You try running away, but your bruised knee gets in the way.

Dark easily catches you by tripping you up and stepping on you.

"Get off!"
You yell, trying to move his foot.

He simply chuckles and shakes his head.

"STOP IT DAMI-"

"I SAID STOP CALLING ME THAT!"
Dark's grins easily turns into a snarl and the pressure increases, pinning you onto the ground much more painfully.

You struggle to breath, not wanting to break your ribs.

"I've had enough of your misbehaviour."
He throws the knife down, just about slicing through two of your fingers- almost cutting them off.

You close your eyes and start to cry, screaming in pain.

"You will listen to me, right?"
Dark asks, getting the blade out of your fingers.

Still struggling to breath, you nod your head.

"Good."
He steps off of you.
"Now it's time for the real fun."