Author's pov
“Where do you think you are going?” He asked, and she moved no further. She quickly turned around and slipped her hand off the knob.
“I was—- I wanted to—” she stuttered, unable to make a complete sentence.
He put down the tray he was holding on the table and took predator-like steps closer to her with fury evident on his face, and she trembled in fright.
“What were you trying to do?” He asked again at close proximity, and she kept her gaze glued to the floor as she fumbled with her fingers.
“I just wanted to— I needed fresh air.” She lied, but she was a terrible liar, and he snorted at how dishonest she sounded.
“Don't play games with me, I'm not as friendly as you think.” He warned sternly, and she nodded with her eyes tightly shot.
“Eat and don't step out of this pl
