Little Fan Wushuang glared at the man, as if the pain was giving her courage. She was scared out of her mind, but she had to think straight, so she could not allow her fear to cripple her thinking process.
When the man saw that she did not scream, he frowned in displeasure. "Why don't you scream?" he asked in a harsh tone as he stabbed his knife into the dirty mattress Little Fan Wushuang was on.
Little Fan Wushuang gulped.
When she did not answer, he snapped, "I asked why didn't you scream!"
Her eyes went wide at his sudden outburst, and her body moved back slightly instinctively. "I... You said that there's no point for me to scream..."
The man narrowed his eyes and thought about it for a while. "Fine..."
"Is he an idiot?" Little Fan Wushuang thought to herself as she kept her eyes on him.
PAP!
