“Sit on the couch.” Andy’s voice was direct yet confident, as if he knew he was about to get away with murder; which was the most prime fear circulating all of her thoughts. Her eyes would remain on him as she watched him relax on the edge of the coffee table set diagonal immediately in front of her. But then came a perverse expression widening the edges of his lips upwards to a devilish grin that accelerated her fear that much further, before he bent over her and towards the couch at her back. The second he rose from the surface and advanced to the space at her side, she attempted to search for an out as he could not witness her for himself. With the blade still at her chest, she was kept from acting on a potential escape, but eyed anything within the apartment she could use to aid this.
