Voice

I was sobbing and shaking, but I couldn't get myself to move. I leaned toward Eric's feet, cringing and pleading as much as I could without speaking or breaking posture. You promised to protect me. Now, I hope you will.

The man clicked his tongue, and I could almost feel the anger radiating from Eric, but I had no idea who it was directed at. It didn't take long to realize. Eric's hand pushes my head away and he leaves his spot.

“Look at me,” Eric said.

He stood next to a man who looked like an Arab. He was already dressed and I was a little surprised at the sight of him in a beautifully tailored dark suit. His shirt had a few unbuttoned sections, revealing some dark brown flesh that was slightly sweaty. He was a few inches shorter than Eric, but still tall by my standards. He was also older than Eric, probably in his forties. His eyes were full of death and darkness. They appear to be lined with black eyeshadow, but they are not. It is an accompanying characteristic of Middle East