IN THE ARMS OF MR. MICHAELS (UNDER MAJOR REVISION)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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Securely tie them up! Now!"

"I think you've heard my friend wrong, good sir." She tried to plead to prevent the situation. The man just shrugged and headed towards the shore but after a few steps, he looked over his shoulder and shouted.

"And I'm not some stupid to bite one of your tricks, bitch! I said tie them up!"

"B-but—"

"No buts!" he snapped in a more loud voice, making her and Jul flinched.

Thinking the situation they are in now, her shoulders suddenly dropped and her hopes to atleast be alive suddenly collapsed making her body like a jelly. But when she think about Jul, the one responsible for the failure of her act, she can't just let it passed and just die without him paying for it.

She turned to Jul beside her then took a deeeepest breath she could ever take and kicked his shin as hard as her annoyance for his utter stupidity could let her.

"Ouch! Ouuuchh!" He yelped and yelped with the excruciating pain his shin had received while stroking it. She scoffed at him then looked away.

"Serves you well." She said while shrugging, satisfied with her kicked looking how his face scrunched up with pain.

"What was that for, Anya??" he hissed at her. Hands still nursing at his injured shin.

"For your stupidity!" she hissed back.

"Tie them up faster!" their boss shouted at his dogs who are clumsily tying their hands behind them. She wriggled from the tight hold of the man tying her hand.

"Be still you witch!" Her ear pricked at the mentioned of witch. She glared up at the man.

"What??" the man annoyingly spat at her when he noticed her throwing shuriken dagger looks at him.

"Don't you dare call me witch!" she spat at him, causing him to tighten the tie on her.

"Ouch! Be gentle!" she hissed.

"Shut up witch!"

"I said don't call me that name!" she hissed, now more annoyed with this ogre man. Are goons should really look like this?? Is it so hard to get a handsome guys as goons instead?? She could have somehow enjoy her trip to her deathbed. And they could atleast make their captive happy in their hands. But truth really hurts sometimes, like now, the truth that her captors a total opposite of her last wish truly saddened her.

She heard the man groaned loudly, sounding so tormented.

Well, atleast in some little ways, she was able to torment her captor.

"And what do you want me to call you?? Wench? Bitch? Just choose whatever you want and I'll call you that!" the man yelled at her that nearly split her eardrum from his thunderous voice. 

She glared up at him and found him looking like ready to eat her whole without blinking an eye. She became silent and just glaring at the man but on her mind, she was already pricking rusted needles on his yellow eyes. 

Urgh! If looks could just kill, this man would've already been five feet below their septic tank, eating ramen noodles. She took a deep breath to calm her blood boiling to the highest level before she answered.

"Just call me witch. It's seems better than the other but, you can also add "beautiful" before that word." She calmly said, causing the man and the other men at the hearing range laugh at her expense. She looked around her while scowling.