I was terrified, so I instinctively covered my mouth in fear. I felt a deep sense of shame for my actions. In my panic, I scratched the back of Dexter's hand, leaving three bloody marks.
Dexter just chuckled, took a deep breath, and embraced me even more tightly.
"Go away..." At this very moment, I simply couldn't bear the thought of thinking about anything else. My heart raced. I felt my anger surging from the depths of my soul. I was overwhelmed by sheer embarrassment.
Dexter was indeed very successful in changing the subject. I knew he was avoiding my questions.
"Sophia, it's not over yet." Dexter adamantly refused to let me go so easily.
I became furious and impulsively bit him on the neck. I repeatedly hit and punched him, all the while fearing that I might seriously harm him. Yet, he likely perceived this as "fun" and continued his actions...
