[Number three: CONTEMPLATION]

It didn't make any sense.

Why did you not give reaction to anything he did to you?

He kidnapped you, deceived you, stalked you, but you just reward his efforts with a blank, bored expression and heave out a sigh.

He.

Did not.

Understand.

You.

Which made it oh-so interesting to observe you, to see what you do react to.

He locked your inside a cramped, dark closet and secretly hoped you were claustrophobic.

A knock on the door a few minutes later triggered a grin upon his lips. Had he found your weakness?

He swung the cream-colored door open to only see you kneeling in front of the door with a bored glaze in your eyes.

"I have to go to the bathroom."

Dammit.