There was a sinister smile on Roy’s face as he watched her back away from him in fear. “Relax, Alana. I only want to talk. You will give me that much respect, won’t you?” he asked as he took slow steps toward her. “After all your rude performances all evening, I do expect that much from you.” “We can talk outside. There is no need for you to drag me into a room and lock the door, unless you have some ulterior motives, which you always do,” Alana replied, her voice trembling but defiant. Alana’s eyes darted around the room, looking desperately for something she could use to fight back in case he tried to do anything, which she was absolutely sure was his intention. “Ha ha,” Roy chuckled at her words, his amusement ringing false before his eyes darkened very quickly, twisting into an expression of unadulterated malice. “Do you remember how our last interaction went the day you left home?” he inquired, his voice dripping with venom. “No, you’ll have to remind me again,” Alana respon
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