I stared up at the masked man, my body trembling as I fought to control my tears. This was it. This was the end. There are no sirens coming to my rescue this time. We both knew it, too. I could nearly see the wicked smile that covered his face behind his mask. His empty eyes glared down at me, and it led me to wonder if he even had eyes. I watched his scalpel come down to my skin once more, the cold metal causing a shiver to go down my spine.

"Wait!" I nearly shrieked, jolting up. His scalpel slipped back, causing a thin streak of red to appear not long after on my skin. He looked frustrated. All humor was gone, just pure irritation due to my interruption. I had to find time... I had to find a reason for him not to kill me. But what could I offer? What would stop this deranged killer from slicing me to pieces.

"What?" he growled, poison leaking from his tone. I had to be careful with what I say. Just the wrong tone could set him off, and that would be the end of me.

"Y-you already have food," I breathed, the heart monitor to my side going crazy. "You just harvested from that man. Y-you still even have some left over. Wouldn't you rather wait until you were out of food before killing me?" I reasoned, praying he would give me time. Any time would be better than none.

A small chuckle vibrated from him, his mask shaking slightly. "Is your life that valuable to you?" he questioned, seeming intrigued. Even still, he backed away, leaning against the bar to his side.

"Yes, it is," I breathed. Please give me the time. I felt like an idiot, asking this monster of a man for it. But it gave me more of a chance of escaping from this madness.

"Heh, if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't be trying to get time," he sneered. "What's the point in waiting around, knowing death is ringing at your door? But since you insist," he chuckled, standing back up. Within an instant, he had me unbound from the chair, and was now wrapping rope around my wrists. "After all, I do prefer a warm meal."

His words shook me, and I trembled. Perhaps I shouldn't have requested for more time. In his eyes, he was just getting better food out of it. Not to mention prolonged excitement. He wouldn't have to go out and find someone else to harvest. I would just be here... fast food. My eyes squinted closed as he wrapped my ankles together as well. Without another word, I was thrown over his shoulder. Part of me was glad that I wouldn't have to stay in that musty hospital room. But the other was utterly terrified of what else I would find. He exited from the room, shutting out the light with his free hand as he went.

I let out a small squeak as I was flipped over his shoulder, onto a somewhat comfy material. Was this... a couch? Light was then flooded into the room, giving me a full view of the masked man. He was standing as still as a statue, his empty gaze staring down at me. I avoided them, looking around the room I was currently in. It appeared as if we were in a cabin... An abandoned one, I presumed. I was laying on an old, rotten couch with ripped material. To my side was a wooden chair that appeared to be close to breaking. A small table was in the corner, an old oil lamp sitting on top of it.

"So let me get some things clear," he snapped, dragging me from my thoughts. "You did want extra time, yes? And I want a nice hot meal when I'm ready for it. But that doesn't mean life is going to be beautiful while you're here," he growled, crossing his arms. "If you backtalk me, or even make an attempt of breaking out of here, you will wish you had accepted death when it was in your face," he hissed. I was nodding before he was even done speaking. "Good. Glad to see we're on the same page." With that, he turned on his heel, prepared to exit from the room.

"W-what's your name?" I stuttered, instantly regretting it once I did. Frankly, I was just tired of calling him the blue masked man. Or the monster. Or any of the names I have made for him. Plus, if I did get on a good page with him... It was possible he would decide to spare me. Maybe... more than likely not. I was just damning myself even further, and I knew it.

I looked up, watching as he turned slightly, not completely facing me. It appeared he was thinking whether or not he should answer. What would the point be in answering your frightened hostage who asked your name? But something seemed to tick within him, as he nodded his head.

"Jack. Eyeless Jack," he replied, turning away as he did before. He didn't seem to care what my name was in the slightest. After all, I was nothing but food to him.

"Eyeless Jack," I whispered beneath my breath. So I was right... he had no eyes. But how could he see me? The more I thought about it, the more I remembered his grey skin. His shark-like teeth. The fact that he was a cannibal for gods sake! Obviously he wasn't human. In all reality, I didn't really want to know what he was.

My heart plunged to the pit of my stomach, as I realized I had no chance up against this man. Even though I was out of that hospital room, and a scalpel wasn't waiting to plunge into me, there was still no chance. If I tried to run, he would find me. If I tried calling for help, he would silence me. My fate was in his hands, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. Tears miserably streaked down my face as I thought all of this over. There was just a single thing that I was sure about here.

And that was the fact that I was going to die here.

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