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66 Owned by Him

~ Pamela

I was trembling in fear from where I sat as Stephan glared at me. A part of me wanted this to be over but another part of me did not want to divulge what I had seen. I was afraid that if I told him, I would be dragged further into his crazy world.

His world of bullets, knives, and guns was chaotic enough, that I had no interest in mental battles, which scared me more.

"I asked you a question Pamela and I want an answer now," He said in his serious almost quiet tone that I had come to get used to.

I kept my mouth shut, not from defiance but from terror. I hated to see him like this because his presence was overwhelming. I stared at my empty plate as he waited for me to speak. I was not.

Stephan leaned back into his chair and rubbed his chin, his face, deep in thought as he looked at me. I knew what he was thinking because I was familiar with the certain gaze he gave me over the times that I had spent with him.

He was thinking of wh