The King's Mate
“Are you deaf, pup? Well, I heard you a while ago, maybe cat got out your tongue, huh? Well, I don’t think you wouldn’t have the chance to get out of here so perhaps we can just have a little chitchat. What do you think? Hey, pup-”
“Will you please stop calling me ‘pup’! I am not a puppy.” Tamara finally said infuriatingly – stressing every single word she had just said.
The man just raised his both hands, as if surrendering to her – well, sort of – because he was still wearing his smug look anyway.
Tamara was about to unleash another murderous litany when the main door creaked wide open. Her eyes broadened as she saw a pint of hope to be finally free from this place.