Breathing heavily in dismay, I took off my clothes and let it fell into the warm floor. I was plainly looking at his empty eyes, wondering why he suddenly wanted to make love with me.
Even there was no trace of scar, deep within his flesh, the wound remained fresh and vulnerable. If he would ask me what was the best thing to do, I would certainly tell him to take a rest.
But he didn't listen to my advices. He was there standing right before me, looking at my way without a blink of an eye.
He then rubbed his chin, frowning as if he watched a nonsense movie. I couldn't see any genuine emotion on his face that made me confuse all of a sudden.
"Should I obey his orders?" I thought, thinking whether follow or contravene all of his commands. "But I owed him a lot! Money, connection and everything that I have right now is that because of him."
