His brown eyes looking right back at me, as if looking through my mind. Ripping them apart trying to find the fear he seemed to be fond of. And he found it.
I quickly looked away from his gaze, unable to face him and his wicked smile. Even though I was already looked away, his features burns in the back of my mind.
"Why are you looking away?" His voice spoke dangerously low. I could feel the hair in my neck standing up.
"Look at me, Harriet." He crouched, so we were on the same eye level. I keep my eyes on the cold grey cement, not wanting to look at him.
"Look. At. Me." He said slowly. I shook my head, trying to avoid him even more as he inched closer.
Suddenly, my jaw was pulled roughly, forcing me to look into his eyes again.
"I SAID, LOOK AT ME!" He yelled, clenching my jaw so hard that he might left a print there.
I quickly close my eyes, avoiding eye contact with him. But the moment I did, he use his other hand to grab my upper arm and squeeze them so hard. I let out a cry. I thought I feel like my bone was cracking, but he let go before it seems like it could.
I open my eyes and send murderous glare at him.
So much for liking me.
I could see his smile slowly crept into his face. Well, damn. I fell for his trap. He knows that I would get angry from that.
I bit my inner cheek as my eyes watered from the pain in my arm. It's probably going to be bruised tomorrow. Well, that is if I'm still alive until then.
"Happy, now?" I spat. He just raised his eyebrow in amusement. My voice was full of hatred, and yet my lips trembled and water droplets was running down from my eyes.
"How cute." He smile at me, showing his perfect teeth.
"Go away." I mumbled, suddenly losing my strength as I was drowned in my tears.
He chuckled at my attitude.
"Then, you'll be lonely." He said, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I shivered under his touch.
"Come, let me introduce you to Raphael." The man stood up and whistling some notes. At the sound, the lion perks up from his place and runs to his side.
Well, that was really convenient. It seems like escaping wouldn't be that easy now.
"Harriet, meet Raphael." He spoke before whistling some notes and the lion bowed.
"Raphael, meet Harriet, the girl I love."
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The Fox and The Wolf
HorrorWhat was the last thing I remember again? Oh, right. His voice. Calling my name. "Harriet." Disclaimer: This is only a work of fiction. I do not support or condone any of the character's behavior. Moreover, this is not a romance book.
