Winifred was so shocked at what she had just heard, "What?" She asked, confused.
Looking back into her eyes, Arthur shrugged. "You want me to let you go, don't you? You want to be free from being my slave and you just said you'll do anything for it?" He asked again and then suddenly, he carried her in his arms, bridal style and before Winifred could even say a word, she was on the work table that was at a corner of his room.
Winifred kept staring at him wondering if he was implying what she thought he was implying? When she kept looking at him with a frown, he squeezed her waist hard. Harder than she had anticipated causing her to whimper.
"Answer me. You'll do anything to save yourself from me, right?"
Winifred nodded. Wordlessly. Like a little, plastic, brainless doll.
