Nasha's P.O.V.
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"N-now?" I asked with wide eyes.
Ryland nodded.
"Uhm..." I trailed off as I gulped.
I'm not ready for this.
"Calm down, faker." Ryland said with a laugh. "It's not a kind of punishment that will hurt."
"What other kind of punishment is there?" I blurted.
Ryland stared at me for a moment. He just finished his food, and piled all the trash into one bag. The look he's giving me now is the same as back at the library. The one that I couldn't decipher.
"Nasha..." Ryland trailed off. "Did you think I was going to hit you earlier?" He asked.
I quickly looked away.
"Well, yeah. Weren't you?" I replied softly.
Honestly, that's what I was expecting. I was shocked when he didn't. I mean, he was so angry.
"Why would you think I would do
