THE DUNGEON

"What the hell are you doing?" My voice erupted, low and thunderous as I glared at the man standing too close for comfort. Frantically, I wiped my lips, erasing the lingering traces of kisses he had planted on me, my nostrils flaring with indignation. It wasn't just the boldness of his actions that enraged me; it was the sheer arrogance of a man like him—handsome and infuriatingly confident—daring to treat me this way.

"Carol..." He trailed off, his voice a mix of longing and desperation. Before I could react, he engulfed me in his arms again, much to my astonishment and ire.

"Let go of me!" I spat, pushing against him with all my might, my palm crashing against his cheek with a resounding slap.

"Who even are you?" I demanded, my voice echoing with disbelief as I turned to storm away.