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Meeting Knives is something you wish had never happened. You don’t like being here, locked away in this cold, empty enclosure. It’s terrifying, having to wait in here for him.
As you’re laying there on the hard, cold ground, facing the wall, curled up. You tense up as you hear movement from the other side of the door, dread setting in. The door slides open, you hear someone walk in, and then the door slides shut.
Despite knowing who it was, you choose to stay still and avoid looking up.
"Are you not going to greet me?" he asks you.
You remain silent, not wanting to give him satisfaction. He walks closer to you. You begin to tremble, fearing for what he might do to you. So, wanting to avoid any problems with him, you decide to greet him.
"It’s good to see you back… Knives."
"Good to see me? You haven’t so much as looked at me," he tells you with an annoyed tone.
"Right. I haven’t, have I?" You sit up and turn to face him, but you don’t look up at him. You hate seeing him.
Knives is annoyed that you’re still refusing to look up at him.
"You’re still so stubborn, aren’t you?"
"......"
"You’re seriously not going to say anything?" He’s angry now. He steps away from the door and starts to head towards you.
Knives looms over you now, but you still refuse to look up. You're too scared to do so, as you know that he’s definitely angry with you now.
He bends down, reaching with his right hand to the back of your head. He grabs you by the hair and yanks. He pulls your head back so that you’re now forced to look at him.
You stare at him, and he stares right back.
"Now, that wasn’t difficult, was it?" He lets go of your hair and stands up.
"I don’t like vermin who show disrespect towards me. If I tell you to do something, you do it," he firmly tells you.
"I’m sorry; I won’t do it again."
"Empty words; you don’t mean them. If you did, I wouldn’t have to tell you this again and again!" He angrily shouts at you.
You flinch. "I’m sorry," is all you say again.
"I don’t like this attitude of yours; you still carry that hope. The hope, that one day you’ll be out of here, free." He tells you in a mocking tone.
"Well, you’ll never be free; I won’t let you. I found you, so you stay here with me." He moves towards you again and stops right in front of you before he bends down again.
Knives starts to caress your face, and you shiver at his touch.
"It seems I’ll have to teach you some manners again," he tells you.
"No!" you tense up. "No please; I won’t act like that towards you again. Knives please!" You desperately beg him.
He slaps you with such a strong force that you fall to your side.
"You said the exact same thing last time, and yet, you’re still disrespecting me. Am I a joke to you?"
You quickly sit up and say, "No, you’re not a joke to me; none of this is a joke to me! Please, Knives, I swear I won’t ever disrespect you again! Please!" You’re desperately trying to show him how sorry you are. It falls on deaf ears.
Knives simply stares at you with indifference. He raises his right arm, and two blades appear.
Once you notice the blades, you quickly back away, hitting your back against the wall. Not having anywhere else to go, you hopelessly stare at him, tears running down your face.
"Please, please…" you plead, all while shaking in utter fear.
"It won’t hurt; you'll enjoy it, because if you didn't, then you wouldn’t continue being disrespectful towards me," he seethes at you.
You curl up again, pressing yourself to the wall as much as you can. You know what’s coming, and you don’t like it.
Knives grabs your arm and yanks to the floor, so you’re laying on your back. He goes to sit on top of you, straddling you.
"No, no, no, please don’t," you cry out to him.
He ignores your pleas. He reaches his hand over to the side of your face, wiping some of your tears with his thumb, and he leans in.
"Oh, how I love it when you cry for me," he tells you with a terrifying grin on his face. He leans in again, but this time to kiss you.
You feel his tongue trying to pry your lips apart, so you part them. The kiss deepens between the two of you. You give in. Both of your tongues are rolling over each other, and saliva trickles down the side of your mouth. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you both.
Knives sits up, wiping at his mouth. You stare up at him with a flushed face. Then you notice him raising his right arm; your eyes widen, having completely forgotten about the blades. He strikes you with the blades as you let out a blood-curdling scream.
You feel pain everywhere; the warmth of the blood splatters all over you, and a metallic smell permeates the air.
Your screams are heard throughout the night, but your pleas and cries for help are simply ignored.