Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 32 - Deer caught in headlights

I stare straight into the eyes of the monster himself. An angered expression takes control of his features and I cannot for the life of me understand what the hell he's doing here.

"Steven now is not the time," Peggy speaks up after a deadly staring contest. 

It makes no sense why we always do that; stare at each other like a bunch of creeps. It's as if we're challenging each other on who gets to speak first or attempting to achieve dominance of the situation with our eyes. We stare bullet holes straight into the soul of our enemy.

"Not the time for what huh?" Steven snickers as he steps into the room and slams the door shut behind him. I find my body shrinking in size as his seem to grow broader with frustration. "Not the time to let her know the truth? To let her know what she has caused?" he yells as he steps closer. 

Peggy immediately steps in front of him.

"I have work to do and so do you," she speaks firmly yet gently at the same time as if trying to calm him. He pushed past her and makes his way over to me. At least he tries to. Peggy catches onto what he is doing so quickly that in less than a second she's blocking his way.

Yet again, another staring contest takes place. This is going to be yet another excruciatingly long day.

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Like a snake that sheds its scaly skin, I climb out of the shower after shedding my own. I put on my nightwear after getting rid of each and every droplet of water that clung to my body, then brush my teeth. "I know you're still there," I announce after spitting out the mint flavored contents that began to foam in my mouth.

"I don't recall mentioning that I left"

Sarcasm.

Great.

I refrain from lashing his pride with a bold comeback and bend over to rinse out my mouth. "You take your glorious time to shower, you know that?" he continues. "Well, it becomes difficult to wash certain areas when I know that some creep, whose name I don't even know, is watching my every move," I snicker back.

"Can't help it, princess. It's my job to watch over you." 

Princess? No. That sounds revolting. I turn the tap handles to stop the water from gushing out of it like a barbarous waterfall. Then turn around to dry my hands on the towel I discarded to the ground not too long ago. "Me specifically or all the girls that you've kidnapped?" I ask as my make my way to my bedroom.

As I enter my bedroom, I notice the abandoned and disfigured chip roll on my bed. Crap. I really wanted to finish that. Oh well, can't eat it now, I just brushed my teeth.

"Let's clear one thing up, I've never kidnapped anyone. I never have and I never will. I am simply forced to watch everyone they bring in."

I reach my bed and place the tray, with the neglected chip roll, on the nightstand. Then pull the sheets back, but stop all forms of mobility as his words go straight to my head.

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"You're not going to tell her anything. In fact, don't speak to her at all," Peggy dangerously hisses. 

"So what? Are you going to tell her? Are you going to tell her that she's the cause the hours have changed? That she's the cause the Boss is stopping collections for 6 months?" Steven fumes and I can tell that his blood is beginning to boil.

What are these so-called collections?

"Steven I'm warning you," Peggy threatens, but he blatantly ignores her and continues.