Layla's POV
I gazed at him flustered at the words which left his mouth.
But he never seemed to sober up from his, what seemed like anger, cause he still had his jaw clenched and was frowning at me.
He turned me around, his hand snaked around my waist as he rolled my left arm behind my back gripping it firmly. I felt my back hitting his firm chest once again, making my heart skip a beat this time. I'm still not over what he said.
"This is how you'll defend yourself," he grabbed my free right arm, and I instantly felt the warmth of his hand with the coldness of his rings on it, making me hold my breath. He raised my arm as he folded it, my elbow now touched his front.
"If one of your hands are free, you'll hit them here with the elbow," he gave a firm push to my arm and my elbow hit what seemed like where his ribs are. I didn't say anything, but just tried to focus on what he was teaching me, which seemed hard to do.
My mind was clouded, and concentrating seemed extremely difficult. Our close proximity didn't help cause his warm breath kept on hitting the side of my face.
"If both of your arms are held captive," he continued, grasping my right arm behind my back, that now I couldn't use either of them.
I felt him scoot down a bit behind me, which was followed by a slight jerk on the opening of my knee, that was enough to make me stumble a bit but his tight hold didn't let me fall. "Then you'll use your legs. Either kick them or step on their feet."
My chest rose up and down, signaling my accelerated breathing, but I only wished he didn't notice it. Sinn fell quiet for a moment when I felt the side of his face touch my head. His warm breath hit the tip of my ear.
"But never use the ways you used on me yesterday." His voice came out low but strong enough to make my knees go weak. His tone was demanding which told me not to disobey. But I'm never the one to obey anyone.
"What if I do?" I tilted my head towards the side to meet his gaze. My voice, even though I was flustered, managed to come out somewhat okay. He didn't say anything but instead, I felt the grip on my hands tightened up a bit, but in a way that didn't hurt me.
"Do as I tell you to Rebel, you wouldn't want to receive my punishments."
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His Rebel
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