BRENDA'S POV
It was so unusual, I didn't understand why I couldn't resist all he was telling me, it was so bone-chilling as I was unable to control my own body.
The worst part was that when I reached the doorknob of his bedroom I couldn't feel the coldness against my palm and when I was in the room my body froze up and he walked in behind me.
How was he making me do this? I wasn't even able to lift a finger without his command.
What was he going to make me do now?
"Sit on the bed,"
He said then someone walked in with a wooden cup containing a strange liquid.
"Honestly, I wouldn't have had to do this if you hadn't been so stubborn, Brenda, and I hope that one day you'll see that I did this for you,"
With that he held out the cup to me I a stretched hand and said; Drink it.
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