NEVER EVER LOOK INTO HIS DARK EYES!

He looked at me wildly. I've panicked. Without thinking I shouted for help even though I'd promised myself I wouldn't do this. I ran for door into my room but it'd been locked. No! I had to go away from this psycho. I pushed them but nothing happened. I shouted again. But there was no answer on the opposide side.
'Save your breath. They can't hear you. Nobody can.'
The shiveries came up and down my spine again. I felt my heart pounding scaredly. He was standing right behind me. I slowly turned back. His face emanated fear.
'But...But...There must be a mistake! I have never perjured!'
He stopped.
'Indeed?'
I forced myself to shake head. He've analyzed me with his eyes for a moment and then said:
'Well then, persuade me.'
He sat down on my bed like he'd known it would be long discussion.
'P...Pardon?'
I did really understand nothing! What was he doing here?! But he ignored me, because at that moment he was (who knows why) fascinated by my mattress.
'Hm...so floppy. I have to admit, style has changed after all these long millennia. And also there is colder weather, I think.'
I didn't know what he was mumbling about. But I'd rather that stupid god or who he really was immediately went out and granted me little bit of sleep. He looked at me with his dark eyes as he could know what I'd been just thinking. Pf, nonsens! I couldn't specify their colour. I think they were different every time when I've looked at them.
He smacked unsatisfied.
'Nothing? Can't you remember anything at all?'
I was silent. He groaned.
'You people have unbelievably short memory. Try to focus on what you did today.'


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