The man stood in the doorway, his eyes locked on you with a mischievous gleam. He was leaning on the door frame, his arm crossed casually in front of him. The energy in the room was tense, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

"Where are you going?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes never left yours, and his expression was unreadable. It was clear that he was in control of the situation, and you were at his mercy.

"I'm going to meet a friend," you replied, trying to sound confident, even though your heart was racing in your chest.

"A friend?" He repeated, a slight hint of mockery in his voice. "And which friend might that be?"

You hesitated for a moment, weighing your options. You didn't want to lie to him, but you also didn't want to put your friend in danger. Finally, you decided to tell him the truth.

"It's none of your business," you said firmly, standing up straighter and meeting his gaze head-on.

The man's eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, you thought he might back down. But then he stepped forward, closing the distance between you. His face was inches from yours, and his breath was hot on your skin.

"Maybe it is my business," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "Maybe I should come with you."

You shuddered, feeling a chill run down your spine. You were trapped, and there was no way out. And you had a feeling that this man was not one to be trifled with. You didn't know what he was capable of, or how far he was willing to go. But you knew that you needed to find a way to get out of this situation before it was too late.