"Please, let us go..." Fiona says. Always the brave one, she is.

"Please, let us go," I mock, my face twisting into a sneer. "Now, that won't be any fun, will it?"

My trusty dagger hangs from my hands as I gesture lazily towards the ropes binding my prey. "Go on. Escape! The next and last thing you will ever know will be this blade in your throat," I remark.

The faces of my prey stare back at me, worn and weary, shining with pain. Various deep scratches litter their bodies, coupled with multiple bruises. My work, of course.

Fiona glances briefly at the heap of lifeless bodies at the back of the room, put there both to terrify and feed my prey. Nervously, she glances at the others, before throwing off her bindings. Mild astonishment jolts through me. How long was she planning this? I direct my eyes towards Fiona, rushing towards the door.

Just before she reaches it, my hand strikes out, flinging my needle-sharp dagger across the room. It hits her gut, sending her to the floor as she cries out in pain. Slowly, like a predator hunting its prey, I get up from my chair and stalk towards Fiona. I twist the dagger around before pulling it out, relishing the pained tears and horror-struck gasps.

Stabbing the dagger one final time into Fiona's heart, I look her squarely in the eye.

"What a shame, you were my favourite," I drawl. "Guess I'll have to find another to play with."

Everyone else seems to shrink into themselves.