Out of nowhere someone grabbed my arm, spinning me and almost making me lose my balance, instead twisting my feet and making me turn towards the holder.
What the heck! What now!
"Wow, such a beauty like you shouldn't be serving ugly men like this… how about becoming my servant instead little one?"
Little? Freaking little?! And serve you?!
And I doubt you can see much of my face with the mask on, I think as I almost glare back at the person, forgetting all the training and plan from before.
Hold on, deep breaths now…
I look down and don't respond, as instructed, feeling anger boil up from my apparent submissive behavior. The other doesn't let go of my wrist, instead his other hand cups my chin and raises my head until our eyes met.
I have to seriously restrain myself not to kick him in the balls, probably fisting my hands hard on my side, letting my gaze drop to his jawline.
"You can look at me beauty."
