"The hell you want?"

His voice erupted from the depths of his throat, raspy and deep, almost like a 50 year old smoker, causing you to shake in your boots, filling his office with heavy tension.

Why were you in his office again? Oh right, you wanted to ask for a pay raise. But immediately after being met by his mean look, you regretted your choices.

The hell were you thinking? Could've sent an email talking about your concerns, but no. Now he looks like hes about to spit on you.