"Don't talk", he spoke in a honeyed tone. Immediately, a needle and thread appeared out of nowhere, and sewed my mouth shut. My eyes watered in pain as my punctured, bloody lips struggled to open.
During this process, the man had been observing through heavy-lidded eyes, studying me intently. Finally, he clapped his hands, capturing my attention so much the only thing I could think of was what he would say next.
"I know what to take away from you. Everything."
Everything I knew disappeared.