The Pitt.

"I don't want to be like you." My voice was weak, no matter how strong I attempted to make it and I could feel tears building up in my eyes.

"Oh, but, you're already so much like me." He cooed in return, the sound of his voice causing my insides to churn. I could feel his chest against mine, and I shut my eyes tightly to keep from seeing him any longer. I still smelt him, he reeked of smoke and cologne. I still felt his hot breath against my face. I still felt his form against mine.

His ice-cold fingers grasped at my throat suddenly, his nails digging into the soft flesh as he began to hum, his angry crimson eyes shining so brightly I could almost feel them focused on my skin. "Let me show you just how much you're like me, child."