The Brooding and Mysterious Mansion

Sharon's POV—

 

B was on his knees pleading for his life. "P-please... f-forgive me... I will s-s-surrender." I scrutinized him with a critical eye. I made a wooden chair and sat in front of him. With a snap of my fingers, I motioned him to come near me with my index finger. He crawled on his knees to come towards me. Reaching near my feet, he slammed his head near my feet.

 

He begged, "Please! Show mercy..."

 

"Why? Aren't you going to enjoy with me? Where is your confidence now?" I mocked him.

 

"He... we were just joking. I didn't mean to offend you. Please have m-mercy on me..."

 

I scoffed, "Don't beg for your pathetic life. I plan to... let you leave from here. If, you answer my questions. Be truthful and I will let you go. It all depends on your performance. The better it is, the better your chances of survival will be. Also, raise your head."