Arisara
The voice. It was familiar. It was conniving. It was deceitful. It was the restaurant b*tch.
“Where's the child?" she demanded, whispering into my left ear. As if I would ever divulge Dtengmo's location.
“I'd rather die than hand her over to you." I spit towards her voice's direction, but I couldn't see her. It was like the moon had faded, and the stars had decided to abandon me. Surrounding me was a dark chasm of evil, and I couldn't even stare it in the eyes.
The woman uttered sarcastically into my right ear, “Good choice. Now, you have a very anxious guest who has been requesting your services." I felt moist spittle drip down my ear.
I turned my body in all directions, extending my arms, swinging them haphazardly, hoping to get a grasp on where the woman was, but I couldn't
