batmankane
"Welcome, my darlings," The man purred, taking a sip from his scotch. He eyed my sister and I over one time, before setting the glass down. I let out a shudder, looking away from him and to the cinder-block wall. I didn't like him. He gave off this.... evil, aura. That was the only word for it.
"Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly," He laughed, maniacally. We were screwed.