Hand Over The Password

Micheal's breath was pounding so fast the moment he could feel the hardness of Mason's fist on his chest. His eyes began rolling in a way that it felt as if he was seeing double of everything that was presented to him.

“You better start moving your feet right now before I make use of anger to kick you out of this place aggressively.” He eyed him, grabbing him by his collar and pushing him to the exit door.

“I need water, Mason.” He coughed out silently while his hands were pointing towards the table water on the desk.

Mason looked at him with compassion and asked him, “Water? Is that what you want?”

“Yes! I want nothing more than that.” He nodded his head in affirmation.

“Okay!”

Mason walked over to the table where the table water was and picked it up from the table returning back to where Micheal was struggling to breathe properly.

“Is this the water you want to drink?” He asked him for the second time.

“Yes.. Mas..on. I just need a taste of it because my throat is burning.” He
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