“She fought the man that was to bring her up,” Gem replied like it was an everyday occurrence with a one arm shrug.
“And how would she have been able to do that? Being restrained?” the man spoke, a threat left unspoken. This man certainly didn’t believe Gem, and rightfully so.
“I don’t know,” Gem shrugged out. He didn’t have anything to say.
“It won’t forgive your entire debt,” the man spoke after a few moments of thought. I couldn’t help but sway where I stood.
He must have made some sort of motion, as I was pushed towards his direction from behind. Once I saw his perfect black shoes in my line of sight, I collapsed to my knees, not caring as tears of fear fell.
He took a pocket knife from the table beside him, and I flinched as he quickly cut the rope, letting it fall to the floor in a heap.
“Closer, between my feet,” he mumbled out to me as he lay the knife back on the table, letting it clink against the glass top.
I did as he said. Whatever drugs I was given made his commands easier to follow, and I hated it. I already hated this man with every beat of my heart.
Once I was between his feet where he wanted me, one hand came to my hair, petting the top of my head in a soothing manner. He acted as though he was pleased with my actions, which didn’t make any sense. His other hand pulled out a gun.
I jerked as the sound echoed around the room and in my ears.
