The door opens with a quiet squeak. You look both ways before preceding out the door. The hallway continues in both directions you hear movement to your right and move towards it. Casually you enter what appears to be an entry way off of the hall. Hushed voices drift out of a door just across the room.
'This is crazy, the door is right there I could just sneak out' you turn towards the door.
"I wouldn't try it." Startled you turn around to face your kidnapper.
"You, stay away from me!" You step back. He makes no moves towards you. Narrowing your eyes you glare at him. He begins to laugh.
"What's so funny! You kidnapped me and left me with that insane man. What did I ever do you you!"
"Hmm, insane... An interesting perspective on his feeling I suppose you could say that. As for what you did... Nothing you did nothing. You shouldn't blame others for your problems. Had you not invited me in it would have been considerable harder for me but you were just to naive"
"That's enough Bernard, can't have her hating all of you at once. That might get messy."
There he was again leaning against the doorframe with and evident scowl.
"Took you long enough sweetie your breakfast is cold"
"I don't..." You met his glare and lost your nerve. "I don't mind" You followed silently into the kitchen. Another man stood at the counter. He pushed a plate across it towards you. You stopped it with you hand and observed the meal before you. It didn't seem very out of the ordinary. Bacon and eggs.
"It's not poisoned or anything." He spoke coldly but as if he was interested.
"Um... Thank you?" You picked up a fork and took at bite. It was cold. You ate the rest so you didn't piss anyone off and carried you plate to the sink and began the dishes. You placed the last plate on the shelf and observed the silence around you.
"What never seen someone do dishes before?" You asked.
"Not willingly." They answered.
"I'm not willing." You spoke coldly. "Not in the slightest."
"You should teach her to hold her tongue Taisto."
"You will learn to hold yours Lokki." He threatened. You began to survey the men surrounding you. Four of them. Could there be more? They were all dangerous. That you could tell. Snapped out of your thoughts by a sharp pain you focus on what you were doing. Your cut finger now bleeds onto the counter and you hiss in pain.
"Who leaves a knife in the bottom of a sink?" Taisto's eyes are on you now. His gaze travels down you arm landing on you fingers. He grabs you wrist and pulls you into his arms taking you finger to his lips. He begins to lick the blood off of it and clean the cut. You struggle against his grip but he doesn't let go. Bringing your chest against his, he speaks.
"You should be more careful. I might just get addicted to your blood and bleed you dry." He releases you and you fall back against the counter. The bleeding has stopped but your finger throbs with pain. You try to catch your breath and collect your thoughts.
'Dangerous this is definitely dangerous'