"Why did you chain my hand, Rolan?" Rose struggled, her voice rising with panic. She screamed, thrashing against the restraints that bound her wrist. Rolan had chained her to the bed the moment they arrived at the house he claimed he bought just for the two of them in Switzerland.
She was uncomfortable—something felt off. His voice sounded strange, unfamiliar. Why would he chain her like this? It made her feel threatened. The restraints weren't just tight; they were dangerous. Her wrists ached, and yet Rolan stared at her with that annoyingly innocent expression.
"I know you, Rose," he said calmly. "You always like to play smart. Even though your leg is injured… I just know you're going to try and escape. You'll leave me."
Rose cursed silently. Rolan was clever—but completely unreasonable.
