Rosie's Pov
He smiled, reducing the tension that was evolving in my system. He traveled the knife to his lips and blew sharp air on it.
“Relax, Rosie, are you afraid? You seem so tense, calm down." What the hell was wrong with him and which part of this was a comedy to him that he was laughing at? Was some kinda maniac or even worse.
“I asked you a question, Rosie," he asked,
“Yeah, I am afraid, I am so scared. I mean who wouldn't be, you have locked the door and you shushed me and you have a knife hoisted above your mouth, shouldn't I be tense?"
“Oh come on, Rosie." He said in a very soft devilish tone.
“How can I come on? Look around, there are no directors here, neither are there cameras here, this is no joke. Everyone human with blood flowing through them would be afraid, and s
