Olive's pov
Disappointment or blessing?
It is so hard for me to decide.
This moment, stretched in front of me, is the epitome of embarrassment.
What was I even thinking? Why my thoughts are so wild?
I am so confused that I can't even decide with what emotions suit me.
Should I get mad or beg for mercy?
Mr. cruel is leading the way, while I am stuck at my position glaring at the dilemma ahead of me.
He turns around at the top of the staircase and gestures me to move, but I am stuck.
What in the world did I do to deserve this?
"What" he fires a question in my direction dropping his arms in disgust.
"Ahh" I stammer for no valid reason.
"Do you suppose I will carry you up here?"
Obviously he should consider this.
How can I walk roughly 10 steps up the staircase with an injured foot?
I give him a confused expression.
"You see that rod there" he points; I follow his finger's direction and nod.
"Use that to support your body and hop on one foot. It is getting late I told you already we don't have all the time in the world" he says.
Ugh why does he keep bothering me by mentioning the time?
I know it is getting a bit late but what should I do? Should I just vanish or ask for superpowers to stop the time?
I give him an annoyed look and roll my eyes.
"I am also getting late for a treatment because of this"
I stretch my arms and move my head sideways showing the place I am currently standing at.
"Then hurry" his cold voice is just unbearable on this chilly night.
"Whyyyyyy" I am losing it
"Why did you bring me here? Here of all the places?"
"I see that mind of yours" he stops and thinks for a while "needs to be amended"
"As for the details you will know once you care to get inside"
This is it, the end of my freedom.