Raya's POV.
Kent looked threatening. His voice made my knees shook, my legs wobble helplessly, and my mouth shivered out of proportion. Even when I tried to keep my calm, maintain a straight face and prove that I was not scared at the slightest bit, my expression betrayed me.
My lips curled downward in fear, my breath wheezed heavily.
Who was this man? He was so much different from George. He was dark minded, cunning and twisted with a menacing stare. Every single word that comes out of his mouth carried the weight of a man who had never once been told no and had no intention of hearing it now.
And a crippling tone.
"I'm not going to ask again," he warned. He was a few breaths away from breaking my wrist with his heavy grip. I couldn't yank my hands out of his tight hold neither did security rush to my aid.
I was helpless.
