Emma
I watch her squirm beneath the intense heat of my stare. I tuck my hands into my pocket.
A chuckle rolls out of my lips. “How does it feel to be outplayed in your own game?” I tilt my head at the side, analyzing every step she makes.
Panic flashes in her eyes and she swallows hard, her throat bobbing.
Good. I want her to be scared. To be hit hard by the consequences of her foolish behaviour.
I remove my hand from my pocket, my finger trailing her cheek, she shudders under my touch.
Her eyes shut tight. “Please, don't do it?”
I start to twirl a lock of her hair around my finger, the texture is so soft under my fingers.
“I don't think I know what you're implying, Emma,” I say hoarsely.
Her eyes flicks open, tears gleaming in her eyes. “The photos, I don’t want it getting out t
