I looked up at him and noticed that he was staring at the knife in his hand.
"Stand up," he commanded.
I froze.
He glanced over at me.
"Stand up," he repeated.
He then, himself, stood.
I looked him over, and then rose, much more slowly than he had.
He studied me carefully, and then stepped around the side of the table.
I kept my eyes on him as he moved closely to my side.
He stepped towards me until his face was nearly inches away from mine.
"Give me your hand," he muttered.
His eyes pierced right into mine.
I reached my left hand up to my chest.
He cautiously reached out towards it and took it gently by my wrist.
I looked down at the knife by his side as he tightened his fingers around it.
A moment or two of silence passed.
Then, suddenly, he whipped the weapon upwards, tilted it to the side, and swiped it fiercely across a large area of my lower arm.
I screamed out and leaned over in pain.
I tried to pull my hand away from his grip, but he wouldn't release me.
"Oh!" I continued to yell out, grabbing at the cut he had just given me with my one free hand.
"Yeah, that's more like it," he softly spoke, under my shouts.
Then, he abruptly let go of my wrist, causing me to tumble over and collapse onto the cold floor.
My screams began to cease as he continued speaking.
"You know, maybe it's time we start playing a different game..."
I officially fell to silence and stared at the floor below me.
I could hear him rustle through a number of objects on the workbench, not too far away from where I knelt.
I looked up once he fell quiet, too, and saw that he was holding a tall, thin bottle up to the dim ceiling light.
"Here we go," he mumbled as he brought the bottle down and turned back to me.
A smile crossed his face and he took a step into my direction.
I looked from the camera ahead to him as he approached me.
"Now," he went on, crouching down in front of me. "Do you have an idea for a new game?"
I bit my lip and shook my head.
"Me neither," he stated while he looked me over. "I guess we'll just do it the old-fashioned way, then."
He pushed his free hand off of one knee and stood himself back up.
"Get back in the chair, Anna."
I glanced up at him.
He was now hovering over me.
I placed both of my hands on the floor underneath me, and then gradually guided my body up to a stand.
I proceeded to move towards the chair on my right without looking back at him.
He moved around the table as I carefully sat.
