Brianna
"Don't you lay a finger on me Chris Pollo," I warned. "What's wrong sweet heart?" He whispered in my ear, making me jerk my head back, as my body shivered in disgust.
The feeling of his lips against my neck made cringe as I tried shaking him off me.
"Get the fuck off me, you imbecile." I growled, glaring into the eyes of the smirking Hispanic man.
"I'm your God damn master, you do as I say, and if y-" before he could threaten me, I beat him to it "What will you do huh?" I said interlocking my green eyes with his caramel ones, gallantly.
"You will do as I say, you hear me?" His voice much more stern, but I showed no fear. I was unfazed by his upcoming threat.
"What will you do if I don't, huh?" I repeat. Tilting my head, signaling for an answer.
He continuously glared at me as his eyes changed to a dark shade of red. Changing my fearless expression into a confused one.
