Lance's POV
I watched him bite his lips nervously looking away every time my eyes met his.
"You told me you'll say something and I've given you the chance," I smirked watching his face change in different colors.
"Say something." I tapped my feet impatiently.
"Uhm..." he mumbled, still looking away.
I cranked my whip on the floor, it squeaked loudly as I did so.
"Looks like you're ready for another round." I laughed maniacally.
He shivered as fear filled his eyes after he heard what I said.
I was sure he could still remember how I hit him minutes ago, I couldn't help but laugh.
My laugh made him look up at me with a terrified expression. My smile grew wider knowing that his reaction only fuelled my enjoyment of beating him up.
I walked towards him slowly waiting for him to attempt to escape as he kept looking at the door. He started walking backward as fast as his legs could take him, I didn't know why but this made me even more entertained.