CHAPTER 12

I had to immediately stand up to match his height, despite the fact that he was a significant amount taller than I was. As soon as our gazes connected, I firmly informed him, "I have nothing to explain to you."

which he promptly responded to by saying, "Then I don't think I should really just freely let you go."

Hearing that causes my lower jaw to drop and my mouth to make a shape that is reminiscent of the letter 'O.' By making those insulting comments toward me, he is attempting to gauge how easily I will lose my cool. I can't shake the feeling that he's playing a joke on me here, even though he does make some good points.

I can't sit here and let him bother me incessantly like this. Because of this, I need to come up with a more compelling argument to convince him to let me go so that I can escape.

I was caught off guard and made the snap decision to speak to him while pointing my index finger directly at his face and saying, “You—you don't know who I am. Therefore, you had b