Self Control

After five minutes or so he came back.

"I'm going to unlock your shackles. Ok?" I nodded. He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked all my shackles. I was finally able to stretch in who-knew-how-long. He smiled at my sigh of relief. I noticed that his hands were in tight fists and a black substance oozed from his palms. I assumed the black substance was blood.

"Are you mad?" I asked. He relaxed his hands and I saw his fingernails were black. This confirmed what I thought. Either he is holding back or is really pissed off. He shook his head.

"No, that's not it."

"Then what is it?" He laughed darkly.

"Kath, I want to hurt you. I want it so badly." I could tell he could see the panic in my eyes. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"Ok," I swallowed. "I don't want you to hurt yourself, but I don't want to sacrifice my body to your knives. Is there a way to compromise?"

"No. I wish there was but sadly no." suddenly he let out a scream and locked eyes with me and I could tell he was no longer in control.