"I am not amused," Amanda told me, her blue eyes on me, "You know what happens when I'm not happy."
I nodded my head from my position on the tiled floor. I am tied up against the solid table leg, I can't move. I tried to breathe calmly, trying to not panic. I must not have a panic attack; it would make my situation even worse.
"That's right." She said before slapping me across the face. I whimpered, earning me another slap.
A/N: R&R please.