There are three things I've learned about the psycho Alpha so far:
1. He enjoys killing people as much as normal people enjoy eating cake.
2. His inner voice is scarier than his real one.
3. The more scared you are, the more interested he becomes.
Which is why today, I decided to do the unthinkable. I was going to act normal. No more trembling, no more flinching, no more eyes darting to the nearest exit. If he thought I was calm, maybe he'd stop staring at me like I was a rabbit he couldn't wait to skin.
At least, that was the plan.
I woke up early, washed my face, and practiced in front of the mirror.
"Good morning, Alpha," I said to my reflection, forcing a smile. It looked less like a smile and more like I had stomach cramps.
I tried again. "Good morning, Alpha."
Better. My voice only cracked once. I even practiced walking without clutching my hands or shuffling like a prisoner on her way to the gallows.
By the time I left my room, I was feeling semi-confident.
