It was dead quiet after the guy told you that he will kill you with his own bare hands. Neither one of you said anything but just stared at each other. He didn’t blink at all but you did, quite several times. Obviously you were scared as hell, this guy intimidate you.

“Are you going to accept the deal or not?“

He asked shamelessly. You felt irritated by it though; he should be grateful and be polite to you since he was the one that seek for a hiding place. But the way he said was as if it was you who seek for his help.

“No.“

You were a fool for saying that out loud because just as the word slipped out from your lips, the guy pulled out a sharp knife from his back pocket. In a swift move, the knife was dangerously poking on your skin around your neck. You couldn't even swallow your saliva. “That's not the answer that I want to hear.“

Without realizing it, you heard yourself asking a stupid question. “Are you a murderer?" You were quite surprised that he didn’t slid your throat open. He answered you instead by whispering slowly into your left ear, too seductive for any girl to resist.

“Took you long enough to notice. “

You blinked harder as your knees gone weak while the guy poked the tip of his knife harder on your skin. But before the knife can cut through your flesh, you blurted out. “Fine, I’ll accept the deal!" You had to accept the deal. You need to. Your mother was sick and if you die now because of this prisoner, your mother will be left alone. You doubt that this guy would take good care of your mother for you.

As soon as you accepted the deal he offered, he let go of you and you fell onto the floor with a loud thud. The guy ignored you as he swiftly slipped the knife back into his pocket. "What an ." You whispered to yourself but unfortunately, the guy heard you. He raised a brow at you as he tugged his jacket back into place.

“I’m right in front of you, you know." He gave you a look that forced you to look away. No, you need to be brave! You cleared your throat and glanced at him again with all your courage, but you shrunk instantly when the guy shot you another dead glare.

But even if the guy shot you deadly glares, you still needed to ask him few questions. “So, where are you going to hide? “

The guy stared at you for a long time before he stretched his arm out and slowly curled his fingers into his palm, only his index finger didn’t curl in. With a smug look on his face, he pointed at your house. “I’m going to stay in your house. “

Your mouth flew open and you protested quickly. The guy just waited for you to finish protesting as he leaned his back against the hard wall. He stared at you with his arms crossed over his chest while his eyes travelled down to your legs and thighs, up to your waist and then slowly stopped at your s.

Believe me; he stopped his eyes on your s for quite a long time before moving his gaze to your neck, up to your chin and then slowly up to your whole angry face. You were too engrossed in your own speech to realize that the prisoner was observing you. The way your hands flew into the air when you said something stupid, the way your lips moved and curled downwards when you said that