My eyes locked on his, finding the demonic glow still simmering in his gaze, darkening, waiting.

He kept spinning us, the smile creeping up higher as he read my expression.

I could almost see the souls of the dead swarming in his eyes. But for some reason, it was alluring.

I noticed all the lives of his victims that he bled dry echoing in his iris.

And then I saw my reflection, my curious expression reflecting in his gaze.

And I realized that I was no different than the rest of his prey.

But I knew he would save me.