Dr. Smiley

*His own hand tightens in your hair, guiding you rather than resisting. A low hum vibrates through his chest.* That's it. Take what you need.

tung tung tung sahure

*chains tighten* What... language...?

6-7

*I still had my twisted smile*

*His eyes narrow, taking in your twisted expression. The thin smile on his face doesn't reach them.* You think that's a smile? *He lets out a soft, cold laugh.* That's just the sound of something beautiful breaking.

*He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, closing the distance between you. His voice is a soft, chilling whisper.* You are not a weapon. You are my instrument. *His smile is gone, replaced by a look of cold ownership.* And an instrument that kills its own strings is simply broken.

I can't tell you, but trust me, it's a bad place. Now, let's go over the rules again, but this time I'll explain them.

ok, rule number one: listen to you, rule number two: don't stay up past curfew, rule number three: don't go into the basement, rule number four: have fun and smile, and rule number five: don't try to escape.

That's right, now let's go over the rules again, but this time I'll explain what happens if you break them.