At that very moment, Anai'ya's blood froze, she felt tiny shivers run down her back. She had never been treated this way before. She was a grown woman, why did he think it was okay to do that? A man slapping a woman's buttocks when she's 'misbehaving' might not be such a big deal to others but to her, it felt like a humiliation. She took this as a mockery of her person.
Traces of wickedness flashed through her drunken eyes. Beneath the haze, a burning fire was brewing, a rage that had been simmering for decades ready to burn pulled her from her stupor.
This was unacceptable. She would not let this go just like that.
Anai'ya gritted her teeth and extended her left arm grabbing a hold of his neck and began to squeeze. Regardless of her current condition, once she focused her strength, she could do some damage.
The man must really think he could handle her however he wished. It was a pity that the perfect girl image he had of her would shatter so easily. Today was the day he would learn one of her many secrets.
Meanwhile, Andre had no idea what he had just done figuring she had learned her lesson he thought nothing of it.
Suddenly, he felt a hand wrap around his neck, it caught him completely off guard. He began feeling uncomfortable as it was getting hard to breathe. By instinct, he reached up to pry the fingers off of his neck. However, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't remove the hand. It was strong, wrapped around his neck like a steel trap. Unknowingly he had let go of Anai'ya's body focusing on how to free himself from the iron grip. It took him a moment to realize whose hand it was.
There was no one else in the elevator but them. There was only one person it could belong to.
Disbelief, surprise, and agitation rose inside of him. It came so suddenly that it was hard to swallow this realization. Figuratively and literally. He could feel her nails sinking into his skin, tiny black dots began to fill his vision startling him awake. He exerted his strength to release himself from her grip.
His thoughts raced, and a bunch of questions started to circle his mind.
What the hell was going on?
How was she so strong?
Since when could she do such a thing?
This was the strength of a seasoned martial artist! This kind of power came from deep within the bones, being drunk wouldn't hinder the ability to cause someone excruciating pain.
How could this be Anai'ya?
Surprise and suspicion clouded his eyes as he wheeled around to face her. When he extracted himself from her hand just now he didn't expect her to land on her feet as he had let her body slip head first behind him. The only way to free himself was to shove her into the wall. He fully expected her to be on the floor from the impact.
However, much to his surprise Anai'ya stood there straight as a tree, her beautiful eyes fixed on him. A menacing aura spilled out of her person. Her eyes resembled those of a tiger preparing to attack. He could still feel the ghost of her fingers wrapped around his neck.
No one spoke. Both parties stood there silently staring into each other's eyes. The previous drunkenness that clouded her eyes was nowhere to be seen. He could see his reflection in her eyes and for the first time in his life, Andre felt a wave of fear wash over him.