Epiphany

Chapter 10~Don't stop walking!

"What did the sleazeball ask you?" he said, kneeling in front of me.

My gaze was glued on the dagger that was being twirled around his fingers.

"You do know this object that you're admiring right now..."

I tore my gaze off of it.

"Will be hanging from your throat if you didn't answer, right?"

I gasped, when a foot shoved me to the wall and a great amount of pressure was pressed on my chest, making me heave. His foot was both pinning me to the wall and suffocating me. The pressure decreased as he demanded, "Speak."

And I instantly did, hating this submissive position of myself. "He didn't ask anything! He just asked me what my age was. I swear!"

I grabbed his foot, trying to push his rough-edged shoes off of me.

What was up with them and their feet?!

"Age?" I didn't miss the puzzlement that crossed his face as he asked, probably more to himself. "Why the hell does that matter? What a creep."

I didn't know! I was confused as much as you were.

Now leave me the hell alone!

I didn't notice his eyes darkening as I was struggling with his foot and I felt beads of sweat begin to coat my forehead as he opened his mouth to speak. "So, you're telling me..."

I uttered a cry when he pushed me further, crushing me against the wall.

"The ten minutes he's spent here... was asking you nothing but your age?"

"I swear yes!" I choked out as the pain from my chest was beginning to travel up my throat.

His eyebrow arched upwards, getting concealed beneath his bangs. "And what else did he do, huh? Kept staring at you all the time down here?"

I clenched my teeth, forcing the words out. "Yes—no! He wanted to ask me more stuff, but—but I didn't answer him, that's why."

"Because you didn't answer him?"

Scr£w off already! I cursed when he added more pressure and my hands went from pushing to hitting his foot—obviously him still not getting fazed.

"What a wimp," he muttered, loud enough for me to hear.

When the pressure disappeared and he retreated his foot, I fell forward on my tied hands and knees, coughing vigorously.

I sensed his presence getting nearer. Very near as I watched him from beneath my eyelids as he knelt in front of me.

If I could just—

I tensed when I felt something on my head.

"Thank you," he said, and I was sure he was grinning condescendingly at me. And then I noticed that this thing on my head was his dirty hand as he gave me a pat. "I see you're being a good dog."

My eyes twitched at this. But I mustered all my energy to stay put and not jump on him and strangle this bastard to death with the thin rope that was bounding my hands together.

"You didn't need to do all that you little—" I pressed my teeth together, stopping the words before it was too late. "I have nothing to hide! I could've told you whatever you wanted to hear without all this."

He smiled, eyes creasing as he did so. "I know."

I was sure that my veins could be seen popping out from my jaw as I pressed my teeth even harder.