Apathetic

Well... There’s nothing you can really do about it now and blowing up is only going to make this worse. A hell of a lot worse. Might as well just stay calm, get him out of here, and then figure out how to get the hell away from him.

“Not really, I guess.” My tone stays flat, almost unnaturally so, as I drain nearly any emotion about the situation out of myself in an attempt to somehow get out of this alive and as unfucked as possible. Getting away completely unviolated is no longer a possibility, but just one fucking is better than God knows how many over the rest of my life.

Seth looks confused for a moment, before something goes off in his eyes, with it quickly betraying itself on the rest of his face. He smirks as his eyes travel up and down my body. Despite the uncomfortable nature of the situation, I manage to stay completely calm, for once not putting on in a now failed attempt to keep myself safe.

“So you don’t care at all,” he asks, something resembling excitement weaved throug his tone. I shake off the odd nature of his comment, not wanting to break my flat demeanor, both to keep him at bay and to keep myself from spinning out.

“Nope,” I respond, shaking my head and making direct eye contact with the man in an attempt to drive home my point and end the interrogation. Seth’s smile grows, spreading across his face as he leans in closer to me. His breath feels warm against my skin as his dark eyes stare nearly into my soul.

“So you won’t mind if I do it again?”