"Fuck." Gritting her teeth, Astrid clasped her hands together tightly, turned around and walked towards the bed as she stomped her feet, trying to show how furious she was — which did not do much.
Matthew faced the guard and let out a sneer. "Good job." He walked towards the chair that was a few feet away from the bed and sat. He placed both of his hands against the armrest of the expensive chair, admiring the artwork that personificated into Astrid Starling.
One by one, she took off the clothes on her body, and there were still two tight-fitting clothes left. Astrid almost trembled as she stretched out her hands to her back, feeling someone's eyes on her.
When she turned, she saw Matthew looking at her as if she was a piece of meat.
The man's eyes were dark, looking at the deep and shallow scars on her body. He held his breath, studying every mark, every scar and dent on her slim body.
