He stared me down as I avoided his gaze. However, I could feel his eyes bearing into my skull, hot and heavy and downright... creepy.
“Please,” I whispered, “I... I want to live.”
“Give me one good reason why I should let you walk out of here in one piece,” his voice was like a knife stabbing my ears.
“I... I have a family. A mom, a dad, siblings, aunts and uncles and cousins... I have a niece,...