"Come on, Sophia," Dexter grabbed my wrist as I attempted to leave.
Before Joel, who was outside the door, could enter the house, Dexter kicked the door shut, trapping Joel outside.
Startled by his frustration, I asked in puzzlement, "What do you want— "
"I want to lock you up… in the basement, where I'll be the only one knowing of your existence," Dexter's voice was hoarse as if suppressing his emotions.
He pressed me against the corner, enveloping me with a pressuring demeanor.
I had never seen him like this before; and honestly, I was rather scared by his current behavior.
It reminded me of what Mom wrote in her log, how Dexter had imprisoned Sophia in the basement and abused her.
"Y-You're not serious, are you?" I asked shakily.
Dexter pulled me into his arms, sighing softly.
