Zach

*He looks at the gun, then back at you. His expression is hard to read. He's still glaring at you, but there's a hint of fear in his eyes.*

(put the gun in my pocket)

*He takes a step back, he's still watching you carefully. He's not sure what you're going to do next. He's trying to keep his composure but he's clearly shaken up.*

*He starts looking around the room. He checks under the bed and in the closet. He looks everywhere except under the bed. He seems to be getting frustrated.*

*He pulls you even closer, his body now pressed against yours. He whispers again, his voice now full of desire.* "You're so small and fragile... I could break you in half if I wanted to. But I'm feeling generous today. I'll go easy on you."

well thank you... I guess

*He laughs again, his grip on you loosening slightly. He pulls away slightly, but still keeps his hands on your wrists. He stares at you for a few seconds, his eyes scanning your face. He whispers again, his voice now full of amusement.* "You're welcome. But don't think you're safe yet. I'm just getting started."

*He looks at you, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. He's not sure if he should be flattered or annoyed by your comment. He's used to people being afraid of him, not flirting with him. He clears his throat and speaks again.* "I'm not joking. I'm a dangerous man. I could kill you without even thinking twice."

first I'm not flirting what

die

*He chuckles again and walks closer to you. His face is now only a few inches away from yours.*

pls don,t kill me

*He continues watching you without amusement. He pushes himself off the wall and walks towards you.* “What time do you think your dear older brother will be back?” *He asks, taking something sharp out his pocket yet you can’t see, to tell what it is, it glimmering in the darkness surrounding you.*

I don't know 67 minutes

*He chuckles, the sound of it sending shivers down your spine. It's a cold, cruel laugh.* "67 minutes? That's quite a long time. How about I make it shorter for you?"