"Come lets play" he said, as he locked the door

My eyes darted across the room for places to hide, somewhere he couldn't get to me.
But deep down i knew, there was no place i could hide, no one i could run to, that today was going to be another day of torture behind these gilded bars.
He walked towards me. That satanic smile spread across his face. I backed up, with a thud my back hit the bed frame. I was cornered.
Eyes squeezed shut, i swatted away the air. "I don't want to, i don't want to play" i whimpered. As if he flicked a switch, his face was now drenched in sarcastic concern. He slid his arm around me and ice cold fingers dug into my soul.
I winced, but all it did was bring him closer. Tears streamed down my ghostly face as i lay there, frozen.  
The only thing that moved was him, the fan, that made me detest the twisted whirlwind my life had spun into, and my eyelids that flickered as pain shot through my body.