Thread: Wicked Game [Sebastian&SHARPii]

It all felt so demeaning and degrading, like she was on display for him to simply gawk at like she was a piece of meat and nothing more. She never felt so lowor terrifieduntil now. The courage wasnt picking up and that was probably a good thing otherwise shed be making the foolish decision to make a run right passed him and to the door, knowing full well the place his knife would be lodged into if she tried. That thought alone was enough for her to simply convey attitude through her tone, rather than actually doing anything. It was easier too though a part of her knew it was as foolish to have spoken to him the way she did. Well the way she was currently justifying it in her head was he just had to remind her of her single status which she honestly hated. Truth was, she had no idea why she was single. Its not like she was conceited to think she should be with someone. No, it was a matter of truly not knowing but truthfully, her mind hadnt been on it. She was too engrossed in work to give her attention to someone fully to be able to be in a relationship. She didnt have time, she was kind of addicted to her job even though it exhausted her and she never felt bad about that until he seemed to remind her all to well just how single she was. That a girl like her shouldnt be single but with someone? She didnt think about it, it wasnt fair, she realized this now and that comment wasnt taken lightly by her, obviously. Unfortunately for her, he didnt take well to her tone, making a point to further send her into her terrified state of being at the moment. Her eyes widened in response to his step towards her, but ultimately, her breathing hitched feeling the cool blade along her cheek, her eyes casting to the side as if trying to watch itlike it would help. Even she knew she wouldnt be able to do much if he decided to turn it so the sharpness of the blade was pressed to her cheek, with an intention to slice it. It was enough to motivate her not to cross this clearly angry and scary man. Her fear took away from the fact he wasnt some creepy-creeper looking man either but she couldnt see beyond the fact he was frequently keeping her at knife point. Looking at him warily, she was about ready to answer him, having the perfect answer to it, as if wanting to warn him that it was her decision and she should not be feeling bad about it by him but she didnt get that chance. He proceeded to spew out more orders, all of which left her eyes widened so big that her jaw was also on the floor. E-Excuse me? She was astounded and if not more, insulted than ever. Why? What are you? Some sick bastard? She muttered with absolute disdain in her voice, looking away from him. Just because Im single doesnt mean Ill give into you. Im not desperate. She breathed. It was clear, even as she spoke that she was scared, even more so now since she spoke all of that because all of her refusals could be warranted justly for him to kill her right then and there. Even if she was held at knife point, she couldnt do that. What self-respecting moral citizen would abide by those list of demands? That knife in her stomach looked better than what he had in mind. What do you want from me? Why do you want whatever it is from me? She gulped.