"You've done a pretty decent job these past ten days," he finally said after a long silence, a somewhat conscience-stricken statement, but I still looked down on him.
Just decent? I practically slaved away!
"Seeing as you have twenty days left in your service period, I've arranged other work for you," he added.
In an instant, I felt my skin tighten, unsure of what new ways he might concoct to torment me. Basically, the calmer and cooler he acted, the more scared I felt—it was like a predator that had locked onto its pray and was now considering what bizarre method of eating would be most enjoyable. But whatever the method, the prey was always the unluckiest.
"Make it clear, if the new job you're proposing goes beyond the scope of what I initially agreed to, I won't accept it," I preemptively stated, feeling pretty shrewd.
But with his laugh, a chill came over me from the depths of my soul, making me feel, in fact, idiotic.