ISABELLA
I stood tall, my eyes locked on the President, as he sneered at me. "Are you making this a threat?" I asked my voice firm but laced with a hint of fear
The President sneered, his eyes gleaming with mockery. "Don't test my patience, and you will be on your way," he said, his tone oozing disdain.
I felt a wave of resentment wash over me, but before I could retort, he added, "Just take the file, and we can avoid any... unpleasantness."
I shook my head, my eyes never leaving his. "Excuse me, you are the President, and aren't supposed to use this means," I said, Just then, I felt a hand wrap around my arm, pulling me back. I tried to struggle, but the grip was too strong.
A pistol was pressed against my skin, and I gasped, my heart racing with fear.
The cold metal felt like ice against my skin, and I could feel my pulse pounding in my neck.
The man holding me pulled me closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't move, or today might be your last day" he whispered.
