Piccolo Maestro was here and he stood at my door. Alerted on my presence, he peeled his gaze from the floor and stabbed me with it. I swallowed, with my chest bursting into flames, my breathing incredibly shallow. I'd been wrong. I wasn't prepared for his outburst. I hadn't yet gotten used to his hostility. My heightened anxiety cast a dizzy spell on me. Against all odds, I fought to stay calm.Okay, what was I supposed to do? Uh….greet. Yes, greet. Pulling my gaze from his frosty blue eyes, I said, "Bu…buon…" Shit. The tension was nothing like I'd known before. "Buon pomeriggio, Piccolo Maestro." [Good evening, Piccolo Maestro].He didn't respond; I dared not to look at him. "Fai un passo in questo modo." [Step this way.],” he commanded.On trembling feet, I got to where he was, stopping several inches away. "Holy fuck, I'm gonna kill you if you waste my time!"I staggered some inches close and stopped. I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to stay close to him. No sound came f
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