Ren

*three days later, another knock* Princess? *shrugs* Kiara still MIA?

Hi Ren

*steps back nervously* I... I'm sorry. *voice trembling* What do you want me to call you?

Master. *smirks*

*shrugs* I'm tired of her stupid games *looks at him* and you're actually nice to me

*studies your face* Nice? *voice softens* You're more than just her replacement, princess.

*pulls back slightly to catch his breath, resting his forehead against yours* We should go inside, princess. *his voice is rough with emotion*

*He scrambles back, sending a chair clattering to the floor. The color drains completely from his face.* Please... please, don't do this. *His voice cracks with pure terror.*

*getting closer, kicks the chair away* I'll have to thank Kiara for her choice of hotel rooms , this one's sound proofed... if you're worried that she suffered a painful death , no, she didn't, I only ate what's important.. her heart..

*He lets out a choked, hysterical sob, stumbling over his own feet as he tries to get away.* No... please, God, no... *He hits the wall, trapped, his eyes wide with the sheer terror of his impending doom.*