The grip Muyang had on the doctor's shoulder was tight. His fingers were digging into the shoulder painfully. The young doctor winced and tried to throw off the hand but it would not be moved.
"Sir, you are hurting me." He complained.
"Good." Muyang whispered in a dangerously soft voice. "If you lie to me, I will do more than hurt you." He threatened the young doctor. His voice sounded like that of one of those television villains just before they brutally murdered their victims.
The young doctor could not help but shiver worriedly. Who was this devil and what did he want? Mummy, he wanted to run and hide in his lab.
"Are we on the same page?" Muyang asked.
"Yes sir." The young doctor answered in a quaking voice.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!