“You…didn’t have to man handle me like that.”

You would say, the assertiveness in your voice wavering in the face of such a person. He didn’t even have to speak, but his presence was all but enough to make you feel intimated.

He’d brought you here against your pleas, tossing you over his shoulder and carrying you all the way from your own comforting walls, to an unfamiliar area. It gave you the chills.

“Stop complaining.” He’d suddenly say. And that’s all he said.