He laughed, “Or what? Are you threatening me, little mouse? What exactly will you do? Are you going to hurt me?”
He shot up from his chair and was across the desk before I could even blink. He grabbed me by my bandaged wrist, twisting it slowly and gently until I cried, then let go and backed away. I held onto my wrist, hissing curses under my breath. Without warning, he lunged toward me again and I screamed as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and nearly pulled me over his desk.
“Let me explain something to you, you ungrateful little junkie...” His face was pressed against my ear. His breath felt like fire. “I took you in and gave you a home. I taught you everything you’d ever need to know to pull yourself out of that mundane existence you called a life. You remember, the one you despised
