his gaze bore into her , and she is unable to even slightly look up at him , even to just take a look at what he is expressing on his face. he is analyzing her , like he is a predator and she is the prey. it did not help that she was lost as to why she was even here , his intimidation on top of this adding to how petrified she was. she clenches her hands at her side to keep from shaking , backing herself up even more as she stresses at her bottom lip. was he going to kill her ? “ a — apologize ? a — afraid ? i ….. “ she breaks herself off , as she has not a clue what she would even be able to say. yes , yes she did. though this time she had a reason , as she angered him. she opens her mouth to say more , though again , she is not sure what she would even confess. she will have to try though , yes ? “ ……. d — do not hurt me , please ? o — or kill me. “
Oh GREAT, now she was begging. How disgusting. Like a snake in the grass, Peter slowly began to walk around her like she was a mouse that he wanted to destroy in one bite. “. . . You?” He said nearly mockingly as he took slowly steps around her with a raise of his eyebrow. He continued his clockwise path as he watched her every motion -- from the way her eyes searched the surroundings to the way that she stammered over her words. FEAR. He could smell it radiating off of her from a mile away. It had been a long while since he had had a fun little game of playtime with someone. This would be exciting. “. . . Now, would do you think I’d do that? I would never hurt someone.” He lied through his teeth. “Don’t you know. . .?” He said as leather boots stopped dead so that they were directly holding one another’s eye contact. “. . . I’m the most well-behaved boy on the island.”
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