The man smiled slightly, his face mere inches from my own.
“Good. I'm only going to say this once, so I hope you
listen carefully: there are three other people living in this house who do not know of my existence. You and I are going to keep it that way. If one of them should find out, I will rip out their beating heart in front of you and feed it to you for dinner.”
He paused to make sure that his threat had
sufficiently sunk in before deciding to continue. My obvious horror must have pleased him, because the ghost of a smile played at the corner of his lips. “I'm going to release you now, but if you run, or try screaming for help again, it will be the last thing you ever do. Understood?”
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