The more pitiful Steve acted, the more she wanted to vent her frustration on him.
Joanna Lawrence, that snobbish minx, is always playing the victim to garner men's pity.
"You're afraid it will affect me?" Annie came close to Steve, staring at his pale, delicate face as she tightly pinched his cheeks. "You're just thrilled at the idea of me going down, don't think I don't know how much you're enjoying this!" she spat venomously.
Her nails scraped against his flesh, leaving a red mark on his face.
"Annie, I... I wouldn't dare," Steve could not fight back, fresh tears streaming down his face from the pain as he trembled in fear.
"So you say, but I think you dare! Just like Joanna, acting all helpless. There are no men here, who are you playing innocent for? Do you think a man will comfort or pity you? You are crying just to let others know that I am bullying you, isn't it?"
"Annie, I... I really didn't..."
Steve shook his head frantically, tears falling even harder.
