He smirked and nodded before I could complete my sentence. "I know everything about you." he emphasized the word 'everything'. I was almost wetting my pants for the second time in all my life. This was mad.
What sort of situation was this? One moment, I was sweating due to the heat his touch brought to me but in a few seconds, I was breaking out in cold sweat to his words.
I was shaking. He knew I was from the earth, was I going to die? "I . . ." I began yet again. "Why . . .?" I continued with a question.
"Scared?" he asked me as he pulled away from me and adjusted his clothes. "Get dressed."
I was shaking as I wore my clothes. Was this the last thing I will wear before I die?
"You will be alright for now. You will die soon anyway," he told me as he sat down behind his work desk.
