Matt stepped towards the door after he heard nothing from her. The door opened and he was past it in a blink. He walked past her. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," she said dryly. She stayed standing where she was, uncaring of whether he hurt her or not. Her chin pulled down of its own accord, and she closed her eyes.
Matt nodded and pulled a bag of blood out from behind himself and tossed it to her. "Drink," he commanded.
She drank it clean, then threw it towards his head. "Happy?"
He dodged the bag, "Is it a vampire trait to throw things at a person's face? Joel did it too."
"Only at ugly faces," she replied. She smiled at the thought of Joel chucking a blood bag a Matt. "Is there anything else you need?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, I'm going to attatch you to a wall and see how long it takes you to get out," Matt replied quickly.
"Oh really?" Rori said dryly, but inside her heart was beating rapidly. Her eyes flickered to the barred window — useless. "Wouldn't you rather do something more... Fun?" She said distractedly, still searching for an escap route. It was a dirty, cheap shot, but it seemed like her only option left.
"That's fun for me," Matt was obviously sarcastic. "Now, just go stand against the wall..." he paused. "What's your definition of fun?"
"Drinking you dry," she hissed. "MAKE me."
Matt smirked ant took a step towards her, pushing her backwards slightly, just trying to provoke her. "Now, if I was dead, then how would you get back to you're boyfriend?" he said it with mock sympathy,
"Simple," she said, leaning in as if to whisper a secret, "I would tear down this he.ll hole until I found him. Brick by brick." He had pushed her up against the wall. Her fangs slid out and she snaked her head around and buried her head in his neck. Se didn't bite down, she just wanted to show him that he was still dealing with a vampire—a mad one.
"Go ahead," Matt didn't move. "Because this place is like a maze. And you," he smirked. "You can't get out of this room. Just I can. You can try as hard as you want, you can do anything, but with me dead, you can't get any food, and you have no chance of ever getting out. So go ahead, bite me."
Rori lifted her head, annoyed. "Wasn't going to," she said. "You'd probably taste bitter anyway." She waited for him to torture her, or whatever this next experiment was
Matt smirked, pushing her arms up on the wall, clamping them onto the wall with iron cuffs. "Now, you're usually strong. I want to see how long it takes you to get out of those. And I get to sit here and watch." he stepped away and sat on her bed. "Go ahead."
Rori struggled, self-conscious that Matt was watching. She was a vampire, true, but she was little. Her feet barely reached the carpet, he had placed the cuffs so high. The bolts in the manacles loosened after a minute, and she knew she almost had it.
Matt saw the bolts coming loose and leaned back slightly. She almost had it, yes, but she was still a bit short for the height.
Rori screamed and pulled the manacles free from the wall, debris raining down on her head. She ripped them off her wrists and chucked them into a corner. She was breathing heavily—a mere force of habit left over from being human.
Matt smirked, "Well, you got them off faster than Joel did. Good job," he stood from his spot on the ground.
Rori crouched down by him, tilting her head. Her black eyes peered into his and she said, "Boo."