Fifty eight. Fifty nine. Sixty. Sixty one. Sixty two.

A heavy sigh spilled out of my mouth as I laid back on the couch, my arm draped over my forehead. Not a whole lot to do while you waited for death to arrive on your doorstep. I scowled, beginning to bite on my lower lip as I continued to count the spots on the ceiling. As much as I hated to say it, I wished that Jack would just come back into the room. A bit of entertainment wouldn't be too awful until that moment arrives. My eyes widened, as I truly thought over what had just run through my head. I had to be losing it. Simply losing it. I leaned up, stretching out my arms that were thankfully unshackled.

He seemed to be trusting me more, which was good. But it wasn't like I could just run away. With those animalistic qualities the strange demon man possessed, he would find me in an instant. That was the last thing that I wanted was to be found in the woods. Every drop of hope I had would be instantly erased. I tapped an odd beat on the floor as I looked around the cabin, twiddling my fingers anxiously.

Standing, I figured I might as well explore the cabin I was currently enclosed in. Walking out of the room, I saw the bathroom to the side. Continuing to the next room, it seemed to be a run down kitchen. As Jack had said before, there was no food, so I wasn't going to waste my time opening the cabinets. Or the refrigerator... especially not the refrigerator. I mentally shivered at the thought. I twisted on my heal, nearly running from the room. I passed the room that I knew to be... his sick form of an office. I was staying as far away from that place as I possibly could. If he caught me in there, I would never return.

There was only one room left in this small place. I stood in front of the door, debating whether or not I should enter. But that curiosity... the boredom. I hesitantly reached forward, quietly twisting the handle. Pushing it open, I flinched as it creaked. Looking inside, it seemed like a bedroom. A very, very misused, wrecked bedroom. But the main thing I had to notice, was that he wasn't in here. I had to guess he was in his office, which caused my heart to pound uncomfortably. Sucking in a deep breath, I entered.

The bed frame was broken, the old, dirty mattress sagging due to it. There were no sheets, and only a single, crumpled pillow. That sight caused me to frown, unable to help it. The musty couch I have been staying on appeared to be in better shape than this. Forcing myself to look away, I saw a bookshelf in the corner. Inspecting it further, I saw that it was filled to the brim with medical books. There could not be a single thing this man could not know, seeing all this. Backing away, and carefully stepping over all the debris on the floor, I noticed that there wasn't much else in the room. Only a scratched up table beside the bed, a single oil lamp on top.

Frowning, I backed to the door, trying to ignore the moth eaten curtains by the window. But while I backed into the doorway, a form behind me caused me to come to a complete stop. My heart ceased its beating as I felt the warmth on my back, and heard the muffled sound of breathing next to my ear. My mind was completely blank as the fear set in.

"You know, curiosity killed the cat," Jack's raspy voice spoke, chills running up my spine.

"I... I'm glad I'm not a cat, then," I croaked, trying to calm my heart.

He chuckled, gruffly, as I turned around. That damned mask didn't give me a single hint of what he was thinking; whether he was angry or not.

"I'm sorry for wandering around... I was just... bored," I murmured, nearly gnawing my lip off in the process.

"Well were you entertained?" he scoffed, leaning against the doorway. "I'd imagine so, my room is beyond enticing," he snorted, his empty gaze on me.

I cracked a grin, glad that he was speaking more. Even though it wasn't the nicest of words, it was better than his curt, blunt little remarks. "Very entertained. But, you could clean it up a bit, don't you think? With all the time on your hands, I don't see why not," I threw back, my smile growing.

"I don't see what for, kitty cat," he chuckled, a rough edge to his words. "After all, it is not like I have many guests. Many who stay alive, that is."

My eyes narrowed, as my heart stuttered. There it was. That fear. No wonder he was speaking more. He always can whenever he's inflicting fear.

"Well, you do now, so get to work," I sniffed, holding my head high.

"There you are with that spicy tongue again. You'd better tame it-it is dinner time, after all."

"Thank you for reminding me. Do you have more crackers?"

This drew him up, his form stiffening. Score! "No. That was it," he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "Come to think of it..." he murmured, turning his head.

Before I could respond, he was out of the room, starting down the hall. I sped behind him, nearly falling backwards when he entered his office of death. My cheeks heated as I leaned against the wall, wondering why in the hell he was going in there of all places. It wasn't a few moments later before he returned, holding up a black backpack.

"Last meal was carrying this. He was camping... you'd better hope he has something in here for you to eat, or you're going to starve," Jack murmured, unzipping it.

Reaching inside, he pulled out a couple articles of clothing, a flashlight, a lighter... and then two cans. At first, I didn't even care what was in them. I was just truthfully happy that food was an option now. My grin was wide as he inspected the cans, his head cocking to the side.

"This looks disgusting. Soup... but if you want it, go for it," he shrugged, handing me the cans.

My smile grew as I sped off for the kitchen, leaving my odd nightmare man behind. But, I couldn't help but pause, slightly turning my head to the side.

"Thank you," I squeaked, before leaving him behind. Thanking your captor... I really was losing it.

But he found me soup.

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