Now it was just Michael and me in the room.
Michael stood up and walked over to me. I subconsciously took a few steps back and leaned against the wall.
Michael reached out and pressed his hand against the wall behind me. "What did we talk about? I told you to stay here and not go out. Did you do it?"
I was annoyed by Michael's condescending tone. "I did it. I've been a prisoner in this packhouse all week. I've been in your damn room most of the time."
Michael said, "So what are you going to do now?"
I said, "I will go back to my room and stay away from you, you son of a b*tch who restricts people's freedom."
Before I could move, Michael had grabbed my wrist with his other hand and pinned it against the wall.
I screamed, "What are you doing?"
Michael said, "Who permitted you to talk to me like that? Have you never thought about keeping our deal? Say it. Say what you think."
