“You have grown up so well, do you remember me?” The man asks and more men step in.
They all turn on their phone’s flashlight and I shut my eyes against the excess lights.
“Open your eyes sweetie.” The man whispers and touch my cheek, causing me to swallow hard and I open my eyes.
“No.” I reply quietly and he turns to look at his escorts.
All of them step out leaving their phones except one and I shift as I feel the cuff hurt my wrist due to the resistance I wasn’t aware I was exhibiting.
“Shall I remind you then?” He asks.
A part of me wants to say no, but that curious part of me that may one day ruin me parts my lips and I say that one word I think I should rethink before speaking, but no.
“I am not scared of you.” I reply.
“That’s not the question I asked you, but your reply is
