"May I kiss you?". RoughCoin repeated, and this time...his voice was low and deliberate, and..unshakable.
His eyes also was locked on mine with an intensity that felt almost tangible.
I froze.
My thoughts spiraled out of control like a kaleidoscope of uncertainty and panic.
Was RoughCoin really asking for my permission? Wasn’t this the same man who just killed someone today without hesitation?
What if I said no? Would he… kill me? No, he wouldn’t hurt me… would he? RoughCoin had promised to protect my life, not to take it.
And yet, in all my mental chaos, a small, stubborn voice within me whispered out of proportion.
'Speak the truth, Ava. Just tell this man the truth and forget the consequences.".
"You already know..". I ignored the stubborn voice, and whispered with a voice
