Another World: Book I

Chapter Twelve

"You...," I stuttered, "you want me?"

The Dark Shadow nodded.

I suddenly felt butterflies in my stomach. Even my heart started to beat so fast.

Ahh, my beauty is truly captivating!

"I want you-"

"Why? Why do you want me?" I cut him off and asked as I cupped my cheeks with my hands.

What am I even asking?

Why am I feeling flustered and giddy?

This is wrong!

This man is dangerous! He might kidnap me! Remember what he did to Ming Shu!

I reminded myself.

"Let me finish." He answered, oblivious to the storm that was causing chaos inside me.

"Okay..."

"I want you," he paused for a moment before continuing, "to work for me."

He wants me... To work for him...

I almost fainted out of shame.

Am I too full of myself?

Ahh, I am so embarrassed! Earth, open up and swallow me whole!

Why did I even think that he harbors feelings for me? I must have lost my mind.

I cleared my throat to mask my disappointment.

Why am I feeling disappointed?

"Work for you?"

"Yes." He answered simply.

"I'm sorry but no, I won't work for you." I shook my head profusely.

"Why not?"

Is he really asking me why?

Should I tell him? Or would he cut my tongue off?

"Because..." I started.

Seeing my reluctance, he motioned for me to continue talking.

"I don't want to be a criminal. I don't want to steal. I don't want to be an accomplice in kidnapping street children. I don't want to suffer the same way Ming Shu had suffered." I muttered as I took step backwards. If he decided to use violence, I could just jump into my bed, grab the dagger and stab him.

Sounds easy, right?

He turned silent. He didn't even make a single move nor blinked his eyes.

Why is he not doing anything? Isn't he mad that I exposed him?

Still, no movement.

In return, I just stared back at him. But I couldn't stand his deep emotionless eyes that I lowered my vision and caught sight of the blood still dripping from his hand.

At this point, he'd probably die out of blood loss before even doing something to me.

His dripping blood is starting to make a small pool on my wooden floor.

"Your hands..." I reminded him.

"Its going to heal." He repeated what he told me earlier.

Ahh, did he thought he was an immortal who would just magically heal his hand?

"You might not be bothered about it but I am," I said, "its going to stain my floor!"

He looked stunned for a moment but immediately regained his senses, "I apologize."