"Teach them a lesson, of course," he replied to his own question with a chilling tone.
"I am sorry," I found myself saying, though I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
"Now, how do you teach them a lesson?" he continued, ignoring my apology. "By giving them a good punishment," he declared, and at last, he found what he had been searching for.
It was the rod he had used earlier to wake me up, banging it beside the bed. What did he plan to do with that? Beat me to death?
"Please... I'm sorry, okay?" I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear.
He advanced towards me, disregarding my desperate pleas. I tried to shrink back into the bed, hoping to create more distance between us, but it was futile as my back met the gray walls.
"Now, where's that pretty leg of yours that kicked my phone away?" he demanded.