CHANGE IN DEMEANOR

Marianne

His loud voice startled me that I was passivefied with fear hearing him raise his voice at me. He was being terrifying, and it was intense that I peeled my eyes from his.

My lips quivered with tears threatening to fall. “And what if I don’t sign them?” I forced the words out of my mouth.

“Don’t play mind games with me, girly.” He walked over to my chair and he bend his tall body to my level. “He might be kind to you, but I won’t.”

“Ahhhh! It hurts.” I yelled out my lungs when Ezekiel brought his nails plugging it to my wrist and he twisted his fingers before he whispered in a dangerous voice.

“I can do this all day long, Marianne, and you’re the only one who is going to be in pain.”

Shakily I took the pen, hazardly penning my signature on the paper while his fingers were still brutally on my skin, making me confused in pain.

My fair wrist turned red with finger markings, my eyelashes turned wet, and I looked away from him, not wanting him to see me in such a pitifu