fight , flight or freeze

He scared the shit out of me yet his hands were still contagious as I struggle to get out of his grip. It turns out I was right about running the first time. He could control me if he wanted.

" Do I make myself clear? " He said inches from me now as I swallowed the lump of saliva in my throat to answer him.

"Yes. Fuck you" I muttered earning a smirk from him. He releases my hands while his gaze lingered on my white wrist for a while longer. He shouldn't give me that. He meant to hurt me. It's a miracle I wasn't fragile or it'd be bruised.

" Now leave" I rubbed my wrist as I couldn't hold the urge any longer cos it was burning. His cold face wasn't my problem at the moment. At least I know what to expect from him. God knows I'm keeping my distance from him henceforth but he has to experience some discomfort as well.