“Come.”

The man nudges a cup of milk at her, placing the white carton box near the edge.

“Sit,” he says.

Yet, he’s standing.

They stand at opposite sides of the coffee table, regarding each other carefully.

The man’s stare is even more unnerving than before

now that she’s staring back at him.

Clinical yet passionate—stunning her into submission.

Her will wavers, limbs weaken.

“Sit,” he repeats.

She sits.