Chapter Twenty-Seven:
Julie's Point of View
I felt a constriction in my chest, and terror began to seep into my body, inch by inch, replacing my very blood. He stood there, watching me as if my punishment was his mere presence.
He began to approach with small steps those steps that made me see the shadow of death calling my name.
He stood a meter away from me and spoke in a voice that resembled a hiss:
"Your little performance in my office, Julie... is this your new talent?"
He then continued,
"Or did your excitement get the better of you because you'll be standing on stage tomorrow?"
I told him, trying to suppress the fear within me:
"I told you, I was just bored."
Yes, a pathetic excuse he couldn't possibly believe, but it was the second time I used it. He ran his hand through his hair, brushing it back, and said in a tone dripping with sarcasm:
"Why didn't you ask me for some dolls to entertain yourself? That's how you break your boredom."
