He grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me close to his face.
‘Never. Again. Never, kick me, or you will have worse injuries than a bleeding head.’
His face was contorted in rage, his beautiful features marred by peircing anger. His blonde hair seemed to glow and radiate by his ferocity, and his violet eyes seemed to have gone coal black.
My body was still close to his, and I was starting to get dizzy from bieng so close to him. The air around us was charged, and the usually freezing atmosphere had suddenly turned steaming. Though it might have just been the kick to the head that was making me feel that way.
He threw me away from him and I landed on the stone. Hard. He spit near my sprawled body and walked away. Before he left out the door, he said, ’ Dont’ worry. He’ll be hearing about this inscolencse.” Then he walked away and I heard the click of the door bieng locked.
Yes, it seemed that I was attracted to my captor, interroggerator, and torturer.He was dangerous, and that attracted me.