Fear | K.th [Editing]

The Hungry Man [6°]

Evangeline wakes up. This time she finds herself back into the medical room, dressed in new clothes. A yellow uniform. One prisoners wear. And grey socks with grip on the bottom. Her brain finally registers the soreness that comes from her hand.

Her eyes widen when she sees bandages wrapped around her hand. She didn't have the knife anymore...does that mean they know?

Her eyes jut up at the sound of the door unlocking. Park trudges in, shutting the door behind him. He's dressed in an olive green and black long sleeve shirt, a baggy dark green snap cap over his head. A small silver dagger hangs around his neck. A pair of dark denim flair jeans that cover snake leather heel boots that clack about as he slithers toward the woman. She takes note of his apparel, indicating a new day.

There's a vigilant aura around him that Evangeline picks up on, watching him pace in front of the entrance of the room.

He begins to laugh at the sight of her. "This is really amusing," He lowers his hand to his pocket to pull out the knife, her dried blood still on the blade. He grins and tosses it onto her laid out body to further demean her. "You should be grateful I noticed that deep gash. You'd probably catch an infection or bleed to death if I hadn't seen it any sooner." He pushes the rolling tray away from the medical table.

The man opens up a drawer and grabs a razor blade. He maneuvers the blade against his finger tips diligently, examining the sharpness of the edge. "I used to be afraid of blood before Kim helped me." Neck extending.

She gasps when he slices the side of his throat with no hesitation. He utters out a curse before his breathing turns rigid, stumbling backward and gripping the edge of the counter. He moans lowly as he feels the warm crimson trickle down to his chest and soak into his clothing. A stinging sensation buzzing around his neck.

His gaze soon shifts onto Evangeline, scoffing at her expression. It wasn't as deep as it looked, no major artery was nicked. Park was mindful at knowing where to cut.

He wasn't smiling as the blood from his gash plopped onto the floor. He was observing the way she stared at him in utter horror, reveling in the power he has over the woman.

Park places two of his fingers against the wound, smearing the blood around. "When I saw the blood dripping from your limp hand...so many nasty thoughts appeared in my mind." He ambles forward, the razor blade still in his grasp. She watches him move around the room, unable to do anything else.

He grabs a chair and turns it toward him before taking a seat. He places his right arm on top of the chair, resting his head against the palm of his other hand. The blood still there, making a mess where it falls.

She comes to an unsettling conclusion as they stare at one another, she was faced with a psychopath alone inside a room.

Park's grin disrupts her thoughts. His eyes widen, greed and hunger residing in them. "I really wanted more, but I had to bring you back..." Evangeline doesn't know what he's referring to. More of what? What could she possibly give him that he wants? A daunting feeling strikes her. He's not...talking about her blood, is he? His fingers continue to fiddle with the razor blade in front of him. Her breathing hitches at the flicker of his gaze onto her.

He shoots up, body leaning toward her as his hands grip around the wooden chair. A craze smile etched into his lips. "Hey, let me have a glance into your pink flesh!" Evangeline shakes her head, calling him a crazy bastard for suggesting such a thing as she struggles against the bindings. He pushes himself up into a standing position, smile fading into an aggravated sneer. The chair he once sat in now discarded onto the floor, a loud clatter emitting in its fall. He sees her as nothing more than a squealing pig ready to be slaughtered by his Grace.