He pressed me down with his weight. His hands over my wrists were genuinely crushing them. In a state of bewilderment, I gasped. Since he had come at me from nowhere, I was truly horrified. Anyhow, I became more worried for my life when he asked me, “Are you a spy? Who sent you to my home? Which gang are you affiliated to?”
Unsure of what he meant, I just glared at him dumbfounded.
He sterned his grasp over my wrists as he declared, “Don’t play dumb!”
He then almost crushed my wrists to make me speak. It made me almost writhe in pain. Thus, I moved my legs as I yelped, “You’re hurting me. Let go of my wrists! I just came to drop off the book that you forgot in one of your classes. There is no other objective.”
He finally loosened his grip over me and asked, “Book?”
Sensing the approp
