His hand caressed my hair, slowly, as he rubbed his lips on the skin of my neck. Next, his lips moved up to my cheek, planting a small kiss there, and then they moved to my lips. My body shuddered and I screeched with fear, incapable to move due to the rope around my body in the chair. His bright silverish eyes stared me, making me nervous. I had never been afraid of him before, but now I wanted to run away from him. He was going to hurt me. Something told me so.
The way he was looking at me wasn't normal. Not in a threatening way, not in a loving way, his gaze was malicious. This time, his touch wasn't giving me the usual rush of energy, to which I had already gotten used to, this time his touch caused me loathsomeness, and there was a revolting feeling on my stomach.
"Bree," his voice
