Lut Gaye || لٹ گۓ

TEASER

"What makes you think I'll obey your stupid orders?" she scoffed incredulously, levelling a glare to his searing onyx eyes that were fixed on her.

His dark frame moved past the crimson smear of his own blood on the floor and he stalked forward like a wounded lion, making her swallow hard and instinctively recoil like a timid deer.

A swift gasp escaped her lips when she felt her back hit the wall and her eyes widened in shock when he briskly closed the distance between them and slammed his right hand into the hard surface next to her face―trapping her body against it.

Do something! Her mind screamed at her but the way his eyes smouldered into hers, and how his flawlessly carved profile leaned dangerously closer to her face, she felt a treacherous haze steadily clouding her senses.

In a desperate attempt to escape his penetrating stare, her eyes descended to his vacant hand and she wished she hadn't made that mistake.

He bent his arm backwards, his hand disappearing into the hollow of his leather jacket but when it came out, it wasn't empty. Instead, a shining black weapon fitted his hand that made the blood in her veins run cold.

Her panic-stricken eyes watched the horrifying movement of his equipped hand slowly rising up to her face, and the air left her lungs when he placed the muzzle of the gun underneath her chin.

The room went deadly still and so did her heart.

Not liberating her from his piercing gaze even for a second, he lifted her chin with the deathly metal and a lascivious smile decorated his devilishly handsome face as he whispered, "This."