"Why would you—would you... want me to r-repeat it, sir?" She was dreading the answer.

"Don't worry, I will not cut your tongue," he uttered, reading her thoughts, making her eyes

expand. He had other evil plans for her tongue, he smirked inwardly.

"I said... what I said and I would stand by each w-word I-I said. You don't own me and you

can't touch me. And I'm not afraid of my tongue being amp-amp-amputated because of the

truth," she said, trying to be bold on the outside, but she was ...