"You fucker Dark, put me down!", Number 4 screeched, her hands tied above her head and pressed against the wall.
Dark stood in front of her snickering like a child, tossing a pair of daggers into the air. "Ready!", he cocked the dagger back, preparing to throw.
Number 4 flinched but the dagger never came. All that followed was Dark bursting into laughter and rolling around on the floor.
Number 4 didn't understand what he was doing in the castle. She was aware he had something to do with Milo, but that didn't explain his desire to follow Milo wherever he went. It was going from weird, to borderline creepy at this point.
Remembering the threats he made last time, Number 4 decided to ask a question, "Why is it you seem so obsessed with that kid, Dark?".
Dark cocked a brow at her as if the answer was obvious, "His power obviously. It's special one way or another, that's why I want to find out just how far I can push him".
