I was laid back on the musty couch, staring up at the ceiling. Moldy stains covered it, but it just gave me entertainment to outline the shapes. My wrists were rubbed raw from the ropes, and I gave up breaking free a long time ago. In all honesty, I was terrified to break free. His reaction... would not be pretty in the slightest. A rough slam of the door knocked me from my thoughts, my gold eyes flickering to the figure at the doorway. He returned. My nerves flipped in my stomach as I bit my lip, willing the tears to not well in my eyes. I heard a chuckle fall from his lips at the sight of my face.

"Calm down. I'm not hungry... yet," he sneered. Even though his face was masked, I could picture the smirk that was plastered across his face. I didn't reply. I just turned my head away, shutting my eyes. I listened as a loud creak sounded in the room, probably from the old chair in the corner. Peeking out my eyelids, I looked over to see him sitting just where I thought he was. A tissue was in one of his hands as he cleaned the dried blood off of his scalpel. I bit my lip, wondering why the hell he'd even bother. He seemed to like the taste of blood enough as is. "Having fun watching?" he murmured, his voice monotone as he scraped away.

I jumped, slightly, my cheeks heating up due to being caught. "I was just wondering why you were even cleaning it," I mumbled back. Right after the words passed my lips, I tasted poison. I shouldn't even be talking to him right now. Then again... I could manage to get him to spare me... if he grew attached. Why not? Challenge on. It wasn't like I could do anything else.

"Because if I don't, and use it, dried blood flakes on the organs. And even for me, that doesn't taste good," he laughed, it sounding like a raspy cough.

I mentally cringed at the thought, looking away once more. I had to keep him talking. "I'm Ivy," I whispered so low, that I wasn't even sure he could hear. The scraping noise halted for a moment, before starting again.

"I don't recall asking," he bleakly replied.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I was just letting you know," I stated, my eyes falling back onto the stained ceiling. "Is this the same cabin from before?" I asked, wanting to keep the conversation going. I had to. I had to get him comfortable, to not want to kill me in the end. But so far it seemed like I was simply talking to a brick wall.

"No," he curtly replied once more, a tinge of annoyance ringing in his tone.

"Well your... other room looked nearly identical," I whispered. Every detail was the exact same; I truly thought we were at the same place as before.

"How could it be the same? The police found the other, I figured you would recall that," he spat, the thought seeming to anger him. "I just found this one recently, and changed it to my liking."

"Oh," I replied, nodding my head. I cringed, slightly, due to the ropes cutting into my wrists even more. I still didn't say a word, though. Suddenly, he rose up from the chair, walking over. I looked up at his blue mask, the empty black eye sockets staring down at me. His form was stiff, his fists clenched by his sides.

"Why are you speaking to me so casually?" he growled. "What, do I not frighten you anymore?" he hissed, it coming out more like a challenge.

"N-no," I shook my head violently, "You still d-do," I stuttered, his looming form causing my anxiety to rise. I swallowed, pushing myself as far away from him on the couch as I could.

"Then why?" he snapped. Was he that mad that I was talking to him? I guessed so. He seemed so used to people screaming at him, I guessed he wasn't used to talking.

"I d-don't know..." I replied, finding that a suitable enough answer for him. His fists tightened even more, and I could tell if he had eyes, he would be narrowing them right now.

Without another word, he left the room, going back to his... 'office'. I sighed, laying back on the pillow. Well, at least he didn't beat me senseless for having a conversation. I still didn't know if I was getting anywhere or not. That thought alone caused ice to flow in my veins. Laying back, I decided it was time for me to sleep. I needed it, bad. And who knows if I would get another opportunity. Shutting my eyes, I fell asleep within minutes...

"WAKE UP!" the demonic voice growled, pulling me out of my dreams. My eyes snapped open, locking with his empty gaze almost immediately. I could feel the tears that stained my heated cheeks, and the sweat that dewed on the back of my neck. My throat was nearly ripped raw, and I instantly knew why. I dreamed of him, like I did nearly every night. Only this time, I woke up face to face with him. I gasped for air, trying to sit up. His gloved hands instantly stopped me, however. I looked down to see them nearly clawing into my sore shoulders, and I guessed he had been trying to shake me awake.

"I'm s-sorry," I gasped between breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. "Night terrors," I sighed, hoping that was enough of an explanation. Eyeless Jack's gloved hands ripped away, a rugged sigh muffling against his mask.

"Well you'd better get control of that, soon," he growled, adjusting his mask as he did.

I snorted, unable to help it. "I've been trying to for the past year. It's not something I can just snap my fingers and stop," I snapped back.

Jack paused, before outrageous laughter tumbled from his mouth. "Past year?" he sneered, and I instantly felt the heat flush into my cheeks. Damn it. Well isn't this just another boost to his ego. "So, it's because of me, huh? Tell me, what happens in this dreams?" he cockily cackled.

"I think you would know," I spat.

"Well, don't worry," he replied, his mask now inches from my face. "I assure you, you won't have to deal with them much longer."

"Then why did you say I'd better get control of them soon?" I replied, a smirk forming across my lips. I really shouldn't talk to him this way... but he was beginning to really piss me off. I watched as he froze, then shook his head.

"So you don't wake me up with your screams until then," he growled in reply.

"Well I'm terribly sorry to impose on your dear slumber," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. I wanted to laugh, finding it hilarious that we were somewhat equal now.

I heard a low growl grumble in the back of his throat. I simply smiled back at him, my nightmares already forgotten.

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