He took my hand, out of the carriage into the mansion. I was curious and nervous at the same time, wondering what he had in mind on me. I wonder what he would do to me now.
He dragged my wrists, taking me upstairs forcefully.
"Devon, you are hurting me." I complained, trying to take my hand off his, because of the much grip he held on my wrist. "Devon, please let go of me... argh!" I groaned, as he pulled me towards my room.
He opened the room, and threw me on the bed, not too rough and also not gently. But the way he threw me gave me a hard bump on my head.
"Devon?" I called his name, but he refused to answer my calls.
His face showed no reaction, and immediately, he got out of the room, locking the door from outside, leaving me alone in my room.
"Devon?" I banged on the door. "Please open up! What the hell is wrong with you?!!" I banged the door roughly, but no reply. He must have gone to his room now.
