"Who is this?" Louisa asked, frightened, but trying to sound as brave as possible. She heard the footsteps approaching and a familiar scent filled her nostrils. "Michael?"
The man didn't say anything, but she felt the bed moving, indicating that the man, or whoever it was, was climbing.
"Stay away from me."
He was very close to her, for she could fell his warm breath on her neck. Then, something wet and warm… his tongue.
"I love you so much, Louisa." He said, and Louisa wanted to punch Michael in the face.
"Have you lost your mind?" She shouted, furious. "How could you do that to me? Do you think this is funny, Michael Crawford? Untie me right now!"
He took the blind from her eyes and met Louisa's furious stare.
"You're gorgeous as fuck!" He said and Louisa was taken aback by those words.
"Michael, untie me." She repeated. "This is not funny. I thought I had been kidnapped!"
"You'll stay with me forever." He muttered.
