Chapter 7

Leaning near he ear he allowed himself to smell her hair before whispering,

"I am hungry"

Both of his hands caged her by putting themselves against the wall. She felt claustrophobic by his closeness, but more vividly she felt flabbergasted by the absence of questions. She was sure he had a lot to ask, a lot to extract. But why he kept his silence, was a secret.

And perhaps it wasn't that indecipherable mystery too, perhaps he was content with whatever he knew so far, whatever he had found out so far. And so he decided to delay the interrogation, something that he knew would surely break her down once again.

She took a sharp inhale when his nose traced the skin beneathe her ear, nibbling it softly.

"I am not your cook" she breathed.

"And I am not a kind man"

Her eyes widened when she felt a metallic blunt end poking her stomach. She didn't had to see it to know that he had taken out to his gun, as if already sensing the resistance.

He distanced his face from her neck, observing her eye