When I awoke again, the room’s décor was so familiar it frightened me. Could it be that I was back in the house filled with my dark past and was burned down three years ago?
As I tried to sit up, I realized my hands and feet were bound. I was tied to a bed that felt both familiar and strange, and my eyes widened in shock.
“You’re awake.”
A steady pace of footsteps approached me.
Following the sound, I saw a face that was both exquisite and handsome. I glared at him angrily and gritted my teeth, “Sir, what you are doing is illegal!”
“Is it illegal?”
Evan smiled faintly as he sat beside my bed. Under my resistant and wary gaze, he picked up a pair of scissors from the table, his voice carrying a chill, “I don’t mind breaking the law. What I care about, you know better than I.”
“Let me go,” I shouted at him furiously, unable to maintain composure in the face of this man.
He seemed not to hear me. His long, beautiful fingers gently stroked my face, causing me to shudder. His eyes held a darkness too intense to comprehend, and I neither understood nor wished to explore what lay within them.
His scissors cut away my shirt, leaving only my undergarments. I watched his actions in horror as his warm fingers slid over my exposed skin, but I felt no warmth, only a chilling freeze.
“Avery, I don’t wish to trouble you. Just remove your makeup, and you won’t have to pay for the damage to my car. I’ll untie you and let you go.”
Evan’s gaze was piercing as he spoke in a tone both condescending and lazy.
I knew his intent well and scoffed mockingly, “Sir, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I am not the 'Avery' you speak of.”
His hand touched my face again, the movement exceptionally gentle, “Avery, this guessing game isn’t fun at all. It’s time to reveal the answer.”
I turned my face away to avoid Evan’s reaching hand, my peripheral vision coldly observing him, “I don’t know the game you’re talking about. I’ll pay you back the money, now let me go.”
“You have two choices, remove your makeup or pay the debt with your body.” Evan lightly tugged at my undergarment strap, his voice soft yet laced with dominance.
“You…” I glared at him furiously, turned, and bit his finger hard, channeling all my resentment into the bite. Soon, a strong taste of blood filled my mouth, and my eyes inadvertently caught sight of a terrifying scar from a bite on his wrist—a bite I had inflicted three years ago.It is deep enough to reach the bone, yet well-treated enough that it shouldn’t have left such a frightening mark.
Caught off guard, I released Evan’s bloodied finger. He seemed unfazed by the pain, merely glancing at his blood-soaked finger, then said gently, “Had enough? If so, make your choice.”
As the scissors approached the strap of my undergarment, I gritted my teeth and said, “I’ll remove it.”
What does it mean not to trouble me? Even if it’s by my own hand, unwillingly, you are still forcing me.
Having removed the heavy makeup from my face, I looked at myself in the mirror and smirked sarcastically, touching my face. Evan, you would never have expected this!
