The first thing Wynonna did when she woke up the next morning was to look down and check if she still had her clothes on.
Thank God; he did not take advantage of me while I was sleeping, she thought.
Wynonna felt a sense of relief.
It was then she realized that he was still holding her in a compromising position.
Looking up, she could see his well-chiseled jaw and his charming Adam's apple and collar bone... The faint mint scent on his breath was very pleasant. It also brought out the coolness of his body.
She quickly untangled herself from his arms and was about to get out of bed to freshen up when he said, "Change my clothes."
"What?" Wynonna's eyes widened. She thought she was hearing voices.
"Didn't you say you like changing my clothes? I'll let you do the honor," said Shane.
He deliberately dragged the sentence out in a matter-of-fact way.
"You... so you knew what I did to you while you were in a coma?" Wynonna broke out into a cold sweat. All the embarrassing things she'd done immediately popped up in her mind: kicking him off the bed, throwing up all over him when she'd been drunk, feeding him medicine with her mouth, treating him as an emotional dumpster... Each one was enough to make her die a hundred deaths.
"Did you think that I was completely unaware because I was in a coma?" asked Shane with his eyebrows raised slightly as he fibbed a reason.
Wynonna remembered seeing that on television shows. A person could be in different stages of a coma. If it was not too deep, there could still have been some consciousness. Some even cried when they heard their loved ones' voices.
She shuddered and felt an uneasiness in her heart. She wondered, Will this psychopath get back at me for all the things that I've done?
"Hurry up. Don't make me repeat myself," Shane said. He saw how she frowned and was in a dilemma, and he felt a sense of elation.
Wynonna had no choice but to get a fresh change of clothes, help him out of bed, and start to unbutton his pajamas.
Though she had done this many times before, he was unconscious. Now, he was fully awake...
Even though he could not see, she was still so nervous that her hands trembled and she kept stealing glances at him.
Shane's eyelashes hung low over his deep-set half-opened eyes. She could not see the emotions that were hidden behind his thick eyelashes.
She felt her heart thumping quite fast. She quickly looked down to focus on the buttons.
He was simply too good-looking, especially his eyes. If she looked at them for too long, she would have become lost in them.
After changing his shirt, she automatically proceeded to change his pants.
Her fingers trembled as they slowly reached the edge of his pants. "I only told you to change my shirt, not my pants," Shane's low voice stopped her just before she touched them.
"I thought you wanted me to change everything..." Wynonna felt a heavy burden lifted off her shoulders.
"In your dreams," Shane sneered at her. He gave her a new task. "Bring breakfast to me. Didn't you enjoy feeding me?"
Wynonna remained silent.
He was getting back at her exactly the way she had feared!
After she had brought in his breakfast, she carefully asked, "So... how shall I feed you?"
She hoped he would not want her to use her mouth.
"Your hands, of course. Did you still want to use your mouth?" Shane asked sarcastically.
Wynonna was silent again.
That sounded strange to her. She suspected that he might have faked it but had no evidence!
....
Since Wynonna had been given two choices, she obviously chose to use her hands.
After she had fed him breakfast, there was another large bowl of medicinal herbs for him. They were supposed to be good for the liver and eyes.
Wynonna took a spoonful of the black medicinal soup, blew on it, placed it in front of Shane's thin lips, and said, "Please have some."
Shane took a small sip and frowned. He curled his lips up a little and said, "You can switch to the way that you like best."
Wynonna's face reddened when she heard that, but she was left with no choice but to obey. She took a large mouthful of the medicinal soup and inched toward him.
Her fair, blushing face grew larger as she drew closer, and her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings in nervousness. Shane could not help but slowly part his lips.
Ever since she'd fed him with his mouth, he'd been hooked. He could no longer stand the bitter taste of medicinal herbs.
Wynonna gave an extra-large mouthful to hasten the feeding process.
Shane immediately protested, "Slow down. Take a smaller mouthful. Do you want me to choke?"
Wynonna looked at the large amount left in the bowl and scrunched up her face.
This was harder to swallow than the other bowl of medicinal herbs!
She thought she could take a break after she had finished feeding him, but Shane gave her another task. He said, "Didn't you enjoy talking to yourself in front of me? I want you to get the latest copies of financial magazines and read them to me from page one."
Wynonna had no more energy left to protest. She made a sound in reply and came back with a huge stack of financial magazines.
She treated him as an emotional dumpster and he treated her as a reader. He must really hate me! she thought.
...
The next day and the day after, Wynonna repeated the same routine day like a robot.
She finally came to the realization that the psychopathic man did not intend to kill her immediately. Instead, he wanted to torture her slowly. That would be the cruelest way to take revenge!
It was like having a knife aimed at her throat that never made the final move. It was also like a train that was about to derail but it never did.
The fear of being on the brink of death was too much to bear. She decided that she had to escape!
However, her freedom had been restricted since Shane had awoken from his coma.
Aside from taking a shower and going to the bathroom, she had to care for him twenty-four seven.
But it should not be too difficult to escape from a blind man, she thought.
Wynonna used her cell phone to order a pack of sleeping pills from an online site.
According to the seller, their sleeping pills were so strong that they could put an elephant to sleep!
She was so desperate for the pills that she paid extra for express delivery and got the package the next day.
It so happened that recently, the servant would bring two glasses of milk for them to relax before bedtime every night.
One night, Wynonna secretly added the sleeping pills into one of the glasses of milk while reading financial news to Shane.
She glanced sheepishly at Shane on the sofa after slipping in the sleeping pills.
He was slouched against the backrest and looked relaxed. He did not seem to have noticed what she'd done.
"Mr. Muller, would like to drink some warm milk?" Wynonna sweetly asked and brought the milk to him.
Shane touched the milk with his lips and frowned. "It's too hot. Put it on the coffee table to cool, and I will drink it later."
Wynonna desperately wanted him to drink it, so without thinking, she blurted out, "Is it too hot? I don't think it's too hot."
"It's really not hot?" He felt along her arm for the glass of milk, pushed it toward her, and said, "Why don't you try some?"
...
Wynonna looked at that spiked glass of milk and let out a dry laugh. "That would not be good. It is your glass, and I know how much you love cleanliness. Why not let me get my clothes and take a shower before I feed you?"
Wynonna thought of making full use of the ultra-luxurious bathtub before escaping.
Shane waited for her to close the bathroom door before getting up from the sofa. He smirked when he heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.
Does she really think that I am blind? Shane thought, and he secretly swapped the two glasses of milk and went back to slouch on the sofa.
Wynonna went directly to the sofa after her bath. She picked up Shane's personal glass and said, "Mr. Muller, the milk is almost cold. Let me feed it to you now."
This time, Shane did not protest.
The young girl's pretty red lips turned upward into a smile as the milk decreased in volume until it was completely finished. She felt a sudden burst of excitement at getting closer to freedom.
"You should drink yours too while it is still warm," Shane reminded her in a low voice.
"Oh, you're right," Wynonna replied. She picked up her glass and thought, Since when was he so concerned about her?
After drinking her milk, she shyly said to Shane, "It is late. Shall we... go to bed?"
He was usually the one who would hurry her to bed while she dragged her feet.
Tonight was the first time she wished he would go to bed earlier.
"Alright," Shane answered calmly. He turned and walked toward the bed.
Wynonna quickly followed behind him and lay down in bed. Knowing that tonight would be the last time she slept with him, it did not feel as hard to bear.
After a while, she felt something was amiss. Why were her eyelids so heavy? She could not open them; it was as if they had superglue on them.
No, I must not fall asleep before Shane! she thought.
She pinched her leg real hard to force herself to stay awake. She lowered her voice and asked, "Mr. Muller, are you asleep... yet?"
Before she could finish, sleep overcame her, and her eyelids closed.
Just before she fell into a deep sleep, she heard the man next to her softly say, "So... am I supposed to be asleep?"
Wynonna slept until the following afternoon. When she woke up, she realized her plan to escape had failed and hit herself on the head.
She finally understood why she had felt so sleepy last night. She had drunk the milk with the sleeping pills!
But how could she have messed up and spiked the wrong glass? That... That was quite impossible!
If you do not succeed the first time, try and try again, she told herself. Wynonna thought of another plan. She bought a stun gun from Amazon. It might be possible to spike the wrong glass, but it is quite impossible to stun the wrong person, she thought.
When she got the package the next day, she opened it and read the instruction manual in front of Shane.
It did not matter since he could not see anything.
After reading the instruction manual, Wynonna turned on the switch to test it. The stun gun emitted a buzzing sound due to the electric current and looked quite dangerous.
She had asked the seller about it, and they had claimed that this stun gun could knock out a grown man.
Shane, pretending that he could not see anything, frowned and asked, "What is that sound?"