Pleasure in Torturing Her

Well, Alvin had no plans to kick her out. "Alright, let me ask you a question first." His voice had no mirth or gentleness.

Anya knew this wasn't going to be a question she could respond to. Hence she tried to cut in, "Alvin…"

'Pak,' Alvin removed his hand from the pocket and slapped a paper on the desk watching her shoulders jerk.

Anya looked at the desk and saw the folded paper. She reached out and unfolded it. Before she could completely unfold, she saw her handwriting, 'I cooked for you.' Her fingers shook and her eyes stung but she held back. 

Alvin noticed her still before opening the last fold. He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Anya Owen, did you know the arrest warrant was fake?" If she knew, then he should applaud her for the amazing acting skills that he failed to read. If it wasn't acting then she acted on the dock to get away from him and to piss him off.