Smoke and Mirrors
"You never listen," he tsked his way around her trembling partially half naked body, looking her up and down disapprovingly. "Now what do I do with you?" his boots coming to a sudden halt in front of her.
"L-let me g-go" she shamefully stuttered.
"You know I can't do that Katarina" surprised that he knew her name, she quickly jerked her head up to look at his face that was still hidden from the lamp post they were under.
"How do you know my name? Who are you?"
Reaching into his black leather jacket, he had pulled out a phone. His thumbs working tediously to find whatever he was looking for. And when he did, he handed her the phone which she took hesitantly from his hand and looked at what the screen displayed. Looking up with doe like eyes that were caught in a pair of headlights, she held out his phone with a vigorous tremble from what she had read. He took the phone back and placed it back in his leather jacket, coming into the light and smirking down at her. His appearance wasn't anything she had imagined, let alone recognize in anyway.
"Like I've said for the past three and a half months, you are to be in bed by ten p.m. And guess what time it is?" his smirk disappeared and what emerged on the other side of that smirk was this deathly glare he bestowed down upon her. And when she couldn't mutter any coherent words for either of them to understand, he spoke for her.
"It's time for me to take your ass back home"