Threat

Calista

I stand up and brush my hands against the ugly uniforms. Studying his lifestyle won't be as easy as I think it will be.

I smile nervously and blink my eyes a few times.

He slowly shakes his head. A scowl sits on his face as he silently stares at me.

“ I wanted to let you know that I have finished cleaning your room,” I say, the same fake smile plastered on my face.

“No, you came to spy on me, Calista. Why the hell would you want to spy on me?” He asks, and his voice is as cold as ice; it prickles my skin.

“ I wasn't spying; I need to know for how long I am stuck here. I can't be your slave for the rest of my life.” I protest, throwing my hands up dramatically.

“ I won't buy your crap, Calista. Tell me who you are right now.”

“I am Calista Simmons, a 22-year-old young lady who doesn't have ……