Song Recommendation: 2002 by Annie Marie
Delia padded into her bedroom as she shut the door behind with the back of her foot, pacing in the direction of the be with her eyes locked on the other person in the room.
Dilen sat with his legs stretched out on the bed and his back against the headboard; having his hands and legs bounded by her sheet with several knots and a cloth gag stuffed between his jaws.
His brows furrowed deeply at the sight of her the closer she walke before falling his gaze on the aluminium tray held in her palms with a bowl set on it.
He crooked his head.
Finally halting next to him, Delia offered him a smile alongside the strong welcoming aroma of the hot spicy delicacy in the ceramic bowl.
She then place the tray next to him as his gaze followed. It was fish pepper soup.
