A stalker?

James stared down at the woman in front of him.

She looked timid and fragile.

He shook his head, he was definitely underestimating a thief, they had different tactics to get things in their favor.

"Are you going to speak or not?!" He asked and she flinched in fright.

The way she reacted to his voice made him feel a pinch in his heart.

Shaking his head again, he asked "I am asking a question"

"I..I.. I don't want to die or get raped, I hope you won't kidnap me because I'm obviously useless." She said in fear "you..you can take anything.. like my watch, my phone and my earrings but please don't harm me" she begged, robbing her palms together.

James was speechless. Die? rape? Kidnap?.

What the hell was she spouting?.

How could someone address him as a rapist? She even had the guts to plead for safety when she could actually be a thief.

She had the audacity to call him names.

James was burning in fury that was about to erupt.