Drunk

Spare him?

Don't want to die? I'm not going to kill him!

What the h*ll is he talking about?!

I just want to ask him some questions yet he thinks I'll kill him!

And he is acting like I have a serious disease that can affect him!

"Do you believe that I can cut you into pieces?" I asked him coldly but he seems not to pay attention to me at staring at the painting at the back of my swivel chair.

I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out what is he looking at. But I can't see what was wrong or interesting with it, so I stood up to look closer at it.

But Benjie grab my elbow to stop me and forced a smile.

"You let go of me." He shook his head repeatedly.

What a dog.

I sat back so he let go of me.

"W-what do you need?" His voice shook and tried his best not to look at the painting but he failed.

I guess I'll check it later. There must be something on it and I hope it is not what I think it is.

"I just want to ask a question."