Kate was under strange tortures. She was tortured more mentally than physically.
Tristan's palm was dry and slightly hot. This unfamiliar contact made her breathe irregularly. Kate felt his hand move down to below her waist. When it passed by her groin, she shivered all over and had to bite her lips not to cry out.
And gradually, the shame was replaced by horror.
She spread her fingers and saw through the seam. He was holding her left ankle and playing with it like he was playing with her cell phone earlier. Because he was looking down, she could not see his eyes.
But based on her experience of being harassed, she felt that he didn't have the desire in his eyes.
This discovery gave her goose flesh.
She felt as if she was lying on a metal table, and Tristan was the surgeon. One of his hands was examining her body, and the other was holding a scalpel. The scalpel could come down at any minute and cut through her ruthlessly.
