Emma

I watch her squirm beneath the intense heat of my stare. I tuck my hands into my pocket.

A chuckle rolls out of my lips. “How does it feel to be outplayed in your own game?” I tilt my head at the side, analyzing every step she makes.

Panic flashes in her eyes and she swallows hard, her throat bobbing.

Good. I want her to be scared. To be hit hard by the consequences of her foolish behaviour.

I remove my hand from my pocket, my finger trailing her cheek, she shudders under my touch.

Her eyes shut tight. “Please, don't do it?”

I start to twirl a lock...