"Hush little lamb, no need to fuss. I'm not going to hurt you, if I wanted you dead, you would be. Yet you are still here, alive."
Reaching my side, he raised one of his hands and caresses the side of my face, his eyes locked onto mine.
"You are quite pretty for a human. I think I might just keep you."
With that said, my eyes widen, and I start thrashing around even more. The chains were rattling and making loud clanging sounds against the metal table I was laying on.
Sighing, the strange boy removes his hand from my face. "Why are humans so loud? I just told you I mean no harm, yet here you go acting like a maniac."
I stop struggling for a moment, and turn to look at him in suspicion.
"W-What's your name?"
He then turns to look at me again, and smiles. It's really disturbing for his scars on the side of his face stretch out, and even dribble a little blood.