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Rosella

“Huh..? What are y-you rambling about?” I scrunched up my eyebrows, obviously trying to hide the vulnerability in my voice.

“You exactly know what I mean and don't play around the bush, Rosella.” He huskily gritted out the words, that seemed to have a weird effect on my body. Fidgeting with the sleeves of the shirt, I shrugged, dragging my body towards the locked door, “nothing that concerns you.”

His large gruff palm grabbed my wrist, halting me in my steps.

My eyes flickered to his hand and then to his face, that had a dangerous tint to it. It was as if he was controlling the surfing rage. “Let go.” I slowly stated, my voice just above a whisper.

In matter of seconds he twirled me around and yanked me back towards the table. A whimper left my mouth when the sharp corner of the oak harshly collided with my waist.

I tried to push him off me but both of his arms flew next to my body, trapping me in between it, like a prey in a cage. “No where to go now, hm?” He sarcastically s