There was no one breaking through the door, though. No one barging in, no one that was even banging on the door to be let in. Other than her rapid breathing, and her attempt at bravado by telling him to go to hell, the room was silent. There was a clock ticking, one that Crane had purposely picked to be in the room because of how loud it could be since it helped him count down how long it took before the toxins took effect, but nothing else. Just the two of them. Him in control, her at his mercy.
"Very well, then." It was said so casually, so easily as he pulled up her sleeve to reveal her bare forearm. With his free hand, he held her in place as best as he could and, without warning, promptly injected the toxins into her.
Tick tock tick tock. It wouldn't take long, he knew it wouldn't, and he turned to look at her as his voice deepened. "Why don't you tell me one thing, then. What exactly are you afraid of?"
Tick tock
"Your parents?" His tone became amused for a second. Any minute now the room would start shifting for her. Reality would be warped, and he would help her take a trip to the darkest corners of her mind. He hadn't been lying when he had told her that she would know herself better than she thought she did - she would get to see what she was truly made of.
Sometimes, Crane guessed by certain people's reactions, that was the scariest part of all for certain people.
"Tell me... What kind of monsters live in your head?"
Tick tock
Leaning in closer to her face in one swift motion, so that the mask could rattle those fears out into the open, he raised his voice as he tried to shake loose her grasp on reality. "TELL ME."