Amara
I vigorously shook my head, my hair whipping around in a frenzy. “I am not scared,” I declared, my voice trembling with a thin veil of false bravado.
Right now, in this very moment, an intense desire surges within me to fiercely defend myself.
Her lustrous locks cascade through the air as she gracefully flicks her head. “Really?” she hissed, her voice barely audible as she abruptly leapt from the table, her eyes locking onto mine with an intense gaze.
I gaze deeply into her mesmerizing eyes. “What is the current activity occupying your attention?” I inquired.
“I'm curious, are you genuinely unafraid?” she inquired. “Are you daring to speak the truth?” she gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief, as she delicately trailed the glinting knife along the vulnerable curve of my neck. M
