The Prison of Eden

19

He dashed toward me and dragged me into the bedroom.

I felt a little uneasy, but at the same time, I was looking forward to what was to come.

When we got to the bedroom, he threw me on the bed and began to take off his shirt.

I sensed danger, so I kept crawling toward the end of the bed with my hands. "Chris, don't do this."

The anger in his bloodthirsty eyes was apparent. It was like a volcanic eruption that could not be suppressed.

He grabbed my legs and pressed them against his body; his eyes were full of desire.

I noticed a pair of scissors on the bedside table, so I tried leaning sideways toward it.

Just when I managed to reach the scissors, my wrist was immediately grabbed by an iron grip, forcing me to release it.

Tears welled in my eyes, and my cold lips couldn't stop shivering.

He picked up the charging cable next to the table lamp and tied my hands to the top of my head.

I bit my lips with fear, and my tears finally fell uncontrollably.