Ch. 47: Punishment

Sariel's point of view

My breathing is rapid, and Murphy's proximity to me does not help. If he thinks I'm delighted with his behavior, he's wrong; I'm disgusted and ready to throw up in his face.

"Murphy, can you stop already? Let's go home. I don't feel well," I screeched, rolling my eyes at him.

He compelled me to face him by grabbing my hair and uttering, "Oh, so why are you being a bitch right now?" I grabbed his hand to stop him from pulling me away.

"Let go of me, Murphy. You're hurting me," I spat, my lower lip quivering. But he didn’t release me. By digging my nails into his arm, I left marks.

He hissed at me, "Damn, you're really a bitch. Tsk. Be thankful that I can't do anything to you right now because of your allergy. Don't worry; next time I’ll make sure to feed you plenty. I'm going to wait until your rash heals."

I glared at him. "Before you do that, you might start lying on the floor," I complained. He finally let go of me. I fixed my hair. He's such a fool, ju