Silent vociferation
I can't control the flinch nor I can stop my body from shaking.
"He is dead, girl. What have you done actually?."
He looked up at me, a white plastic small rod between his full lips. His jaw looks so strong, his pointed nose and high cheekbone, his face's shadow enough to interpret power and domination. His strong, mean, and powerful looks can make everyone drop to their knees for him. And even powerful men would beg to stay on his side. He removed his cap, and under the brightest moonlight, I saw his eyes were electric blue, so soft yet so demanding of attention. As if his aura convey that he wasn't pleased with my silence. I gulped again. He shook his head.
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