Emma felt like her lungs would crush under his hold.
She groaned and didn't try to fight back, but didn't show him that she felt scared.
Her chest rose and fell, while the sound of her harsh breathing could be heard.
"Seems like we came to an agreement." He said, but still maintained his murderous look and tone.
"First of all, the slap from earlier, don't let it repeat itself or else, you're in trouble.
I barely let such go. Actually, I never let it go, but in your case, I find uses for you." He said and Emma was starting to feel her conscious slipping away.
Her eyes were starting to turn.
He didn't even leave a space for her to talk. Like he said, any resistance and he would tighten his hold.
If he did, she would really die.
She could use the time reverse right now, but this maniac seems like the type that could do worse if she refused to go out with him as an option.