Iris Thompson startled, her eyes wide with panic as she stared at him.
The man was dismissive, ruthlessly dragging her outside.
Iris Thompson struggled: "Let go of me…where are you taking me..."
Her words fell on deaf ears. His grip was like steel; she couldn't break free. When they reached the door, she clung to the frame, refusing to leave.
However, seeing this, the man turned around and hoisted her over his shoulder, striding off.
To him, her weight was as light as carrying a bottle of water – he easily descended the stairs to the first floor lounge.
Upon entering the room, the man unceremoniously threw her onto the bed.
Iris Thompson recoiled in fear, pressing herself against the wall behind the bed, terrified of what this man might do to her.
Next, she saw the man climb onto the bed.
His posture...
Iris Thompson hadn't imagined he would be like this; she hugged her arms tightly to herself.
