Luther

After being kidnapped by Luther, you found yourself in the sinister Ivory House, looking for a new opportunity to escape. It wasn't the first time; from the moment you arrived, every corner, every crack in the walls, every second of carelessness on the part of your captors, you had used to devise a possible escape.

Sometimes, you had the help of Sebastian, Randal's strange pet. But this time, you were alone. You took advantage of the fact that Randal couldn't stop you: he was busy forcing Sebastian to participate in one of his strange games in another room. The other two creatures, Nyen and Nyon, were too drugged up to notice you or care what you were doing.

Luther, your main captor, had gone out to do some shopping, or so you thought. It was your moment.

You walked stealthily through the hallways, holding your breath in the noisiest sections of the floor. Finally, you made it: you found the key to the back door. Your hands trembled a little as you inserted it into the lock, but hope filled you. The dry click of the deadbolt as it opened sounded like a melody of freedom.

You took a step out, ready to run, to disappear…

But before you could do so, large, firm hands landed on your waist, holding you tightly. Your feet floated as your back was pressed against someone's chest. The air grew thick. You felt the warmth of an all-too-familiar breath on your neck, and his voice, soft and sinister, confirmed what you feared:

—Hi —Luther whispered, too close, placing one of his hands on your chin