TW: Blood, implied violence
A crash sounded just behind you, followed by the sound of the hunter screaming. You sprinted around the corner, not daring to think about what he was doing to the hunter. Whether he was choosing to rip his limbs off one by one or slowly carve at them masterfully, only barely leaving them hanging on and then watching with sickening glee as his next meal tried to escape. With how you had been behaving lately, you reasoned that the hunter would be dealt the latter fate like all of the other former people who tried to rescue you from his grasp.
A choked sob left your bloodied lips as you turned another corner and stumbled across a hall. One that lead to a dead end. There wasn't anything decorating it except for the large, lopsided painting in the center of the wall. The painting looked kld and faded, yet somehow depicted you. You, smiling brightly, with long elongated fangs brushing against the bare shoulder of him, back turned away from the spectator. It didn't make sense. None of this did.
Slow clapping came from behind you and you whirled around, a chill running down your spine at the monster you saw. Him. Dottore, clothes bloodied and ripped but with a lazy smile on his face.
"My dear little pet, did you really think you could try to escape me?" He mused softly, extending a hand.
You turned back to look at the painting, yelling when his hand painfully grabbed you by the face and forced you to look at him.
Dottore's red eyes bore into your own and his smile was wide now, fangs glinting within the bit of light streaming in through the hallway.
"Please-"
"You'll have to speak a little bit louder than that, my dear specimen." He cooed, bringing his hand up to your neck and letting his cold, index finger trace circles on the bite marks he left there hours earlier.
You shivered at his touch, feeling your face flush a bit. "Please, Dottore, let me go. A-At least outside for a bit."
"No... You're too much fun to play with."