Thread: Wicked Game [Sebastian&SHARPii]

Her mind had wandered to absolutely nothing. She nearly fell asleep just right then and there. Her day had gone simply as so. Waking up at 4 AM to arrive at work by six, hand in the latest reports to her boss and await orders, she basically living on coffee. At around noon, the caffeine usually seemed to wear off but by then, she actually had eaten some real food as opposed to living on coffee for almost six hours. After lunch however, that's when she and her boss, Afton Cloverfeld, had gotten into a huge fight and given that she would fight to the death for her job--despite how exhausting it left her--it lasted for a long while. Many outside of his office could hear the yelling from them both through the thick walls and closed door. That's how bad it had gotten because he had nearly cost himself an entire case and tried to blame her for it. It was an in the moment kind of heated thing where he said stupid things and she didn't take any of it. Lila knew when to be abrasive, tenacious even, just like she knew when to simply give in. It ultimately came down to common sense, which the current event would seem to possess. She was woken up almost immediately at the sound of the kettle's whistle but that's not entirely what made her open her eyes. Something cool and sharp pressed against her throat and that made her eyes shoot right open. She'd lower her chin but in doing so, if it was really a knife that was against her skin, she'd be in a lot of trouble, neither did she have a death wish. Swallowing hard, she could feel the blade when she did swallow, her eyes blinking and her arms falling to her side. She managed to lower her chin just a little bit but stopped when she really felt the sharp blade against her skin. Her body started to shake and she had the most tempting instinct to just scream. That didn't happen of course. Her voice seemed suddenly absent to her. It was then his voice came and it only scared her even more. He had her at knife point but he was still threatening her with the kettle and a small whimper came from her. She swallowed hard again, feeling her heart begin to pound through her chest. N-No, no and one. She didn't have a land line, just her cell phone which was in her room right now. Nodding her head briefly, she managed to slither away from him and his threatening hold, not trying anything. This was a moment of common sense. A man who was armed and quite possibly armed with something more than a knife and a kettle full of boiling water, it just made sense not to try anything and simply do as he said, especially when she was supposedly in the comfort of her own home, her safe haven. It was supposed to be at least. Walking to the mahogany large table that would seat four fully and six tightly, she sat down in one of the chairs, namely facing him and she watched him. Her hands rested in her lap, clasped together, tightly even with her nails digging into her skin and her foot was bouncing. In fact, her entire body seemed to be shaking just because of how terrified she was. Who was he? Where did he come from? How did he get into her apartment? All those questions related to this unidentified stranger who posed an incredibly threat to her were surging through her head. Lila even feared to speak a single word to him, afraid of that knife being thrown at her throat in a nanosecond, before she would fully open her mouth or being doused in incredibly hot water. Neither of them seemed pleasant at all, for obvious reasons.