Don't worry
“don't worry. there's no one here.”
“Are you sure?” You're breathing heavily, the chilly air tearing into your lungs like a crisp blade. His grip is tight on your arms, cold fingers sturdy and firm as he holds you with what you assume is concern. The small space is too dark to see who your savior is, but nevertheless, you're grateful.
“well, i’m here.” His voice is a deep rumble, tinged with humor. It's a little unsettling in the way your spine shudders and your stomach seems to drop in fear, but you give him the benefit of the doubt, laughing breathlessly.
“You don't want to kill me, do you?” Despite the fact you're joking around, it's a genuine concern, knowing there are monsters outside the closet door you've been pulled into eager for your blood. Besides, you aren't too concerned at the moment, but his grip is beginning to hurt.
“not exactly.” It's then that your sight finally adjusts enough to see his own eyes - no, not eyes. Eye-sockets. A monster.
You freeze and he laughs, a bitter, dangerous sound.
“Don't - don't hurt me.” His grip tightens, certain to leave bruises as the outline of his grin sharpens. “Please.”
“shhh, it's alright sweetheart.” His face turns, morphing despite being made of solid bone. He's looking at you with some sad mockery of concern, hauntingly expressive despite being a skeleton.
“no one else can hurt you now. just me.”