I think i fucked up

Third person's POV,

"Glamour," A dangerously low voice asked into the phone, and Glamour felt a cold shiver run down her entire body.

It was him, of course, what was I thinking, picking up a call from a strange number, Glamour thought to herself.

So she remained quiet for a while not sure if she wanted to be on a call with him or not.

But for some reason, she couldn't end the call, it was almost like she was in a trance that she couldn't get out of.

What are you doing, end the call already, her subconscious scolded, but she couldn't, and then he spoke again,

"Hope you're fine now," He asked again and this time around she couldn't remain quiet.

"I'm fine," Glamour said in a small voice.

"Why am I sounding so small," she asked herself in her head as it felt new to her, but then she was reminded of what transpired between her and her parents.

Knowing that he knew a deeper weakness about her was making Glamour feel small, and even though she despised it, she still couldn't help but sound