Anita’s POV
"Damn you."
“What did you just say?”
He charged towards me, his hands clenched around my jaw. "Say one more time, and I will order your execution.” I stood my ground, not backing out, even after his monotonic threat.
Damn both of them; what is their problem with holding one’s jaw anyway? Just hours into their park, one of them wants to cut a deal with me, while the other seamlessly wants my head on a platter.
“Damn you,” I then spat at him.
"I can see you already have guts, but I bet you that I will make your endeavors worthless; you will be out of here in no time, and that's a promise.”
His words held so much menace. I came here not by will; I was forced, but why does he care? For all he knew, I was some kind of culprit who got into an auction after being sold by a mona
