24. Cherry Red Liquid

“Let it be. And come here.”

I look up. The brute is sitting on his long leather couch with agitation garnished on his greek god nose as he glares at me with his ‘I-will-cook-you-in-my-oven’ eyes.

“Crawling or on my fee-”

“Just come here!” He growls exhaustingly.

Panic beats in my chest as I...