Chapter 9

AMBER.

He soon got up from his regal seat of carved and very incorporating legs, glaring at me as he began to pace the facade like a caged beast. He seemed to be simmering within, like he bore a grudge with himself. I could fel his gaze even as I looked down, the silence was very suffocating and the air, just as tense.

Unable to bear the tension, I couldn’t resist asking him. “What are you up to? You can just get this over with. What do you still want from me?” I asked, looking up pleadingly.

He stopped for a moment, a sort of amusement crossing his features. But the amused look was soon gone and in it’s place was the evil look he always carried with him.

“I will do with you whatever I deem fit. I will deal with you so much that eventually you will have to beg for the gift of death.”

“And then what?”

“Eventually I will give you that gift. You’d wish you never existed when I’m done dealing with you. It’s a promise.”

The way he said it sent shivers down my spine, but a part of me could