"What are you doing? I could hurt you." I felt every bit of my cell shaking, out of nervousness and fear of what i'm capable to do. Everything was a blur to me, the room becoming sketchy the time passed by and he's here down in his knees-looking up at me. A look of confidence flashed in his face. "It doesn't matter if you kill me. It doesn't matter as long as I die by your hands, as long as it's you." He's glaring at me while he said those words as if to say that it's okay. "You should be…
