Where am I?

I woke up chained to a cell wall and let me tell you, I was pissed. Too pissed to notice that the air smelled like blood and a boy in black was standing outside of my cell. That is until he made himself known. The door creaked open and my head shot up to see who it was.

"Hi." He said with a smile. I glared at him.

"Can you tell me why the hell I am chained up to a wall and not in my house?" I hissed. He smirked and replied,

"No." Then he promptly left. In a few minutes he came back with a toolbox full of dainty, sharp knives.

"what are those for?" I asked fearfully and immediately regretted saying it. He smiled and whispered in my ear.

"A surprise." I flinched.

"Are you really that scared of me?" he taunted, and I glared at him.

"No, I'm not scared of you, I'm discussed by you and your twisted mind." His eyes glowed with anger.

"Little one, you know nothing of me and my kind!" He hissed and yanked my arm towards him.

"Do you know what happens now, Kath?" I shook my head. He grinned with malice. "I'm going to cut your arm slowly and painfully and enjoy every second of it. When you scream it will make me smile and I will relish it. Am I twisted enough for you?" I sat there paralyzed. Pure fear ran through my veins. He grabbed a knife and I started to panic. I tried to pull my arm away, but his grasp was too strong. He laughed.

"Oh Kath, don't you worry. It won't be long till your arm is full of carvings and charms." My eyes widened.

"Please don't do this." I begged. He smirked and pulled my hair back behind my ear.

"There is no way I'm passing up this opportunity to see how beautiful you look with blood on your skin." I felt like throwing up.

"You're sick."

"And you're human." I spat at him. He pulled up my sleeve.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, my voice shaking

"Yes." He touched the tip of the knife to my skin.