"You!"
A loud, piercing growl rumbled from my chest and I looked at him in rage, anger, shock and most of all hate, but he just stood there like it was all part of his daily normal routine. This just fueled my anger and i snarled at him.
"How… dare… you… handcuff… me?" I asked darkly while forcing each word out and resisting the urge to throttle him.
It sounded strange to my own ears as I took a menacing step towards him only to step back due to the handcuffs.
"Do you think you own me? Do you think I'm some sort of pet or entertainment box to you or a charity case for who you can regulate anything and everything you want without asking?"
I said slowly and dangerously to scare him or at least show him how angry I was.
"No Mr. You got it wrong, I'm not your damsel in distress nor are you my night in shining armor so I don't need your freaking help"
