A VISIT BY HIM

"Hello, Sheharzaad," his dark voice came from the other side of phone making chills run down her spine making her breathless within seconds. She stood up from her chair. Her hands that held the phone began to shiver. His voice alone was making her tremble. After that night, She had began to fear him so much. Him, His presence, His voice. Everything. "Why did you call?" She demanded, trying not to show her fear through her voice but her voice shook in the middle. "Don't get breathless, sweetheart," he stated. Smugness exuding from his voice. "I'm not," She denied. "I can feel that. Your breathless voice is instilled in my ears," he tried to remind her of that night. "Say what you-you want to-to say or I'll c-c-cut the c-ca-all," "I dare you," his voice got deep and serious, getting void of the previous playfulness it had. "You can't..... you can't threat me," she made a failed attempt to warn him. "Oh baby. I can do more that just mere threats," She didn't answer, feeling struck "Why ar