His hold on my hand is telling me that he is pissed beyond his limits.
I don't want history to repeat itself. I don't want him to take something precious from me again forcefully…
He was tightening his hold on my wrist.
I will have those ugly bruises on my wrist again.
“Zanvil, where are you taking me," I asked while struggling in his grip. He turned his head and gave me a hard look to shut up. I gulped at his look.
It's better if I keep quiet. I'm afraid he heard our conversation. I was happy till now that he didn't know who was with me on that day. But I'm afraid that he will do something rash with Sky and it will break my good friendship with Sky.
I don't want to lose him. Because of this idiot devil, I have very few friends. I don't want the number to reduce further.