My reflexes moved me to protest, "I am not a murderer if that's what you're insinuating!" But even this caused me much energy already. I feel as though my body is weakening. I had this back earlier today, but I didn't know that having these few movements will eventually make me feel this too exhausted.
"Oh really? You want me to believe that after pointing the gun at me," He scoffs before continuing, "—and firing at me?" this time, glowering at me. He's so terrifying. The way he looks at me now feels like I'm going to be eaten alive. Every time he's triggered, an intense version of his anger falls out that makes my blood run cold so quickly.
Struggling to break free from his strong grip is not possible. I'm too weak to even move a muscle. I can't risk losing my consciousness in front of him and ending up being saved by this man again. I don't want to be buried by debt anymore, especially from this man who was the mastermind behind my sudden forlorn life.
"If you are so eager to kill
