“Are you going to kill me?” I said as I took a glimpse at his table. Sensing my fear, it took him seconds to guess what I meant. He smiled dangerously, approaching me with painfully slow steps.
“Are you talking about my guns? ” He asked. The side of his lips turning up into a smirk. “Don’t worry. I plan to keep you around for long.”
“For how long?” I asked with a shaky breathe. He approached me, closing the gap between us. His body now pressed against mine. He lowers his head to my ears, his breath fanned my cheeks. His day old stubble grazing my skin - making my knees tremble.
“For as long as I want.” He whispered just for me to hear.