My eyes are glistening while looking at his deep brown eyes, he's not showing any emotions. Tears rolling in my cheeks with despair, I'm standing infront of him; begging with my full heart to stop but he doesn't give any sympathy, he is always like this, he's not smiling but deep inside he likes it; people begging at him with fear in their eyes "Please s-stop, p-lease don't do t-this" I said between sobs, I'm shaking in fear. He walked towards me, and I'm sure I will regret this.

This is his Rule, his Game, and this house; it's his Circus
He likes it, when your begging and crying; eyes filled with fear
Your soul, heart, and life, depends on his hands

Because he is the Puppet Master