“Promise you won’t look” Edgar gradually reduced the strength he’d used to forcefully position my head as it is.
What could be worst than seeing a man use his broken fingers to free himself from the hands of his strangler!?
*Tick*
Just the thought of it scared me... I couldn’t promise him that I wouldn’t look because I obviously would, but at the same time, if I don’t, then he wouldn’t free me...
What more is another lie between us? It isn’t something new.
*Tick*
I slightly nodded with my face still pinned to his chest. “I promise” I said in a low voice thinking it might make me feel less guilty when I break it.
Edgar hesitated to let go of his grasp, he probably knew I wouldn’t keep to the promise. After all, he is able to sympathize with me... Read my thoughts whenever he li
