“Eileen.” His stern tone came, putting his phone away, giving me all his unasked attention.

“I believe I told you we need to talk.” He sighed, gesturing to me to come closer.

“You did? I don’t remember.” I asked nervously, tugging my hair behind, coming closer.

“Come.” He called, motioning to sit right next to him. My legs felt numb, my ability to speak felt hindered. I was about to sit next to him but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his laps.

Convulsing, I stilled at his action. His one hand was secured around my waist to ensure I was trapped in his arena while his other...