Entrapment
From now on, you'll wear that gorgeous smile for me, won't you?
I stared, terrified of his next mood swing.
He brushed his finger over my lips. "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”
I nodded. It wasn’t so much a concession as it was manipulation. By giving him the answer he wanted, I controlled his response.
Bryce smiled. “Now, here’s a question for you. Tell me you don't want to be late for dinner; you don’t want to be late again today, do you?"
I hadn't had a chance to respond when unexpectedly his fist collided with the wall, merely inches from my face. The plaster was no match for his punch as fine dust fluttered around us.
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