A domineering and intense kiss, tinged with an aura of anger, loomed at her face. The overpowering sense of oppression seemed as though it was going to submerge her.
There was no room to resist.
A moment of blankness filled Flossie's mind until she felt the pain at the edge of her lips and the strong shackles, she finally came to her senses. Starting from a slight surprise to a gradually intensifying feeling of peculiarity, until finally erupting in anger.
She tried to struggle free with all her might, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't break free. Glenn Hutchinson knew best how to control people, coupled with the vast physical gap, Flossie had no power to resist.
Her mind gradually cleared, and as her vision became clear, it met Glenn Hutchinson's eyes—amid the deep blackness was an unmatched madness. Even a spark could start a prairie fire, let alone the surprising blaze that erupted in his eyes.
They were both very awake.
