Attraction

7. Investigation

"What were you doing here?" he asked calmly but she just shivered. Her tongue was tied, unable to utter a word. After what she witnessed him doing, she was sure, she won't be able to utter a word in his dangerous presence.

He slashed someone's throat. That too so easily. He was mercilessly stabbng that knife in his body, without any ounce of fear, regret, guilt. He did that as he was possessed. He looked so scary that by his mere sight, she would want to hide.

"I asked you something," he took a step towards her and she gasped immediately. Her heart wanting to sprout out, pulsating vigorously. She looked back at the door, it was closed. She wanted to run away and then she looked back at him, who now was standing just a few steps away from her.

She promptly stepped back, her eyes getting teary within seconds out of fear.

What to do when you are in presence of a murderer?

"I...I you're....a...k..killer," she stuttered, not able to form a coherent word.

"What the fuck were you doing here?!" His voice suddenly rose, making her wish to cower back but his warning glare kept her pinned. He was burning with rage, something that wasn't matching his otherwise calm demeanor.

That could only mean one thing. He was pissed beyond measure.

"I.. I" She wasn't able to speak past this, as if words were stuck in her throat. Her doe eyes had turned more wide with fear, uncontrollable tremors leaving her body, goosebumps washing all over her skin.

"Come with me," he stated with a note of finality and held her arm, dragging her all the way to his study. He yanked her inside and locked the door, terrifying the shit out of her.

"What were you doing there?" he asked again as he faced her. His towering height dominating her completely, his eyes like a hawk looking at her.

"I," again no words were able to leave her mouth.

The fact that she was alone in his study with him was making her want to puke out of fear. And on top of that, he had purposely locked the study. God knows what's gonna happen next but her heart was hammering within her ribcage.

"You what Roshanay?" He snapped, veins looking all prominent in sides of his neck, giving him more masculine look, that added more misery to her condition.

The sight of him torturing that man wasn't leaving her mind. She wasn't seeing him. Standing infront of her wasn't the man who had offered her refuge and had promised to hand her over a good shelter. She wasn't confronting him. She was confronting a murderer. The thought alone was numbing her every sense, fear replacing her every thought. She was scared what he would do to her. Sure out of her veins that he would kill her, she began to take steps backward, hardening Moosa's gaze further.

"Don't...k-kill me." She whispered in daze, terror of death all over her face. It was as if she was confronting the Angel of death. Covered in sweat, body uncontrollably shivering, eyes wide with tears, Moosa was seeing the shadow of his victims inside her.

"Don't kill me," She croaked out again and shifted her teary eyes up, only to mind his observing eyes, staring at her almost emotionlessly. That was it. She knew she needed to be far away from him. Without thinking much, she turned around to run towards the door.

She must have not taken a step when her wrist was yanked in firm grip before she was thrown on the couch, in not so gentle manner. She gasped, caught off guard with the unexpected gesture, but before she could stable herself, Moosa had his one knee placed on side of her left thigh, while an arm on her right side of her head, caging her in predatory manner.