1 Prologue

"My lovely little snowball. My pretty obedient doll. Come out, come out, where ever you are."

He whistled loudly as he walked around the police station without a care in the world. And when he spoke it sent unpleasant trembles down Ian's spine, the hairs on his neck spiking up as he heard heavy footsteps getting closer. He covers his mouth with both hands muffling his sobs as much as possible. All he had to do was run into the station and scream for help. That's all he had to do. Pretty easy right?

He could do it.

The scary whistling came again the sound twice as loud and playful. Ian could tell that the person behind that noise was very much so enjoying the thrill of the chase.

And of course Ian was spot on.

Zvei was grinning widely from ear to ear very excited for tonight's punishment. "Poor mousey if you wanted to play hide and seek. You should have said so. You know how much I love games."

Ian held his breath feeling the presence of Zvei suddenly disappear.

Long moments of silence passed by for awhile no noises were heard except the sound of the cold wind that blew through his hair and into his face. He breaths out a shaky breath unaware of the presence of a shadow hovering over him. Now was his chance to break free, to be free. And all he had to do for his goal to come true was for him to quickly get up and dash towards the entrance and run into the police station.

And he does exactly that. But somehow, somewhere, something went wrong horribly wrong. Before he was given the chance to even run to his freedom he was met with a very dark shrilling fate.

"Found you."

"Aaahhh-" With a swift move his mouth was covered silencing any of his attempted pleas and screams for help.

"No, no, no, we definitely don't want to draw any unwanted attention now do we?" He stated softly a small cackle of glee escaping his lips. "Game time is over my little snowball, time for us to go home."

'Oh God No!!!'

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Life and Death, Misery and Joy, Good or Bad, A reason or No reason. It was just all a game to Zvei. Nothing but experiments of unruly fun. To past the time.