"Wendy Stewart, do not defy me." Michael's tone had turned threatening again.
"Michael, think about what you're treating me like. Am I just a toy to you? Do I have to do whatever you want me to?" Wendy shut her eyes.
For a moment before, her anger had subsided, but Michael's demanding words caused her emotions to peak once again. She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached out to open the door. Her move toward the door was shocking to Michael.
When Wendy discovered that the doors were locked, she immediately grabbed the steering wheel instead and yelled, "Stop the car!"
"Have you gone mad?" Michael gripped the steering wheel tightly, afraid that they might get into an accident.
