Prolog

"What did you do with my mask," he asked, his voice sweet like sugar, his breath smelled metallic.
"Why should I tell you, you just admitted that my knowing where your mask is, is the only thing keeping me alive." I tried to look him in the eyes but his hair covered them.
He changed his grip, "Fuck," I cursed as he irritated my already infected hand. He stopped and brought it to his face. Keeping both my hands in his grasp kept him from untying the bandage. He took the material between his teeth he pulled till it came loose exposing my hand to him. I jerked to pull my hand away but his grip was like iron. He held my wrist tight and licked the back of my hand.