Name: Sam Caldwell<br/>Location: Sam's Room<br/>Approximate Time: 7:42 am<br/>Tagging/Mentioned: Deke<br/>Wearing: Yoga outfit<br/><br/>Her face sank into a white pale color, feeling her flight or fight instinct screaming at her to jump out the window, or strike the man as hard as she could. But her gentle blue gaze was locked onto Deke's eyes, his power, menace and threat exuding as though it were tangible. She breathed shallow fast breaths, her chest rising and falling with every heart beat, quiet suddenly she felt exposed... vulnerable in her outfit. A soft blush entered into her cheeks brightly, her body warming up from the shivering fear up and down her spine. 'I should scream... I should do something...' But her eyes fell on the knife again and back up to Deke's eyes. She stood there still, listening patiently to his every word.<br/><br/>It felt surreal... like some kind of horrible nightmare, and yet she new it was happening. 'I have to survive..' the words rang loud in her mind, she needed to live...it wasn't her time. A hot gleam of anger and hate sprung from her light blue eyes at the mention of her brother... so this was his fault.. the fuck up is fucking up my life now... this isn't fair. She grit her teeth for a moment before returning her attention to Deke, she could tell somehow that he wasn't bluffing.. those eyes were too... hollow, lifeless like a shark or predator. Immediately she dropped the box on her bed and stepped away from it, before looking back up at him. "I-I understand!" She spoke obediently, a soft submissive tone while lifting her arms up as to show nothing was in her hands. "T-There's some pot under my lamp if you want.. I-I don't have anything else. Just P-please don't hurt me alright? I won't scream ok?" She shrunk before him, not being able to look away from his stare.. he was too present.. too real to look away from. 'I don't want to die...' She hunched down some, angling her body away from him, instinctively rubbing her tongue piercing between her teeth from anxiety driven habit.<br/><br/>Her eyes teared up slightly, her bottom lip quivering, but she held back the tears... trying to hide weakness, entranced by the mans penetrating gaze. Her pupils began to dilate, all her senses tuning in like a drug. Her mind raced for what do.. how to survive. She blinked at remembering people were less likely to hurt or kill you if you humanized yourself to them... she had recalled from some cop show, or serial killer documentary.her long lashes blinked several times and she swallowed before forcing herself to speak again, "My names Samantha.. B-but my friends call me Sam..I-I don't want any trouble.... I'm good at listening?!" Her voice stumbled over her words, tone vivid and desperate to live, a pleading anguish writhing inside her.