"Ahh!"
"Will you stop screaming?"
Well, what do you want me to do?" I retorted; my voice tinged with exasperation. "I wake up in an unknown place, wearing nothing but lace underwear, and my hands and legs are cuffed to the bed. What do you expect me to do, huh?" I demanded, desperately seeking answers and a way out of this perplexing predicament.
She rolled her eyes at my outburst. "Well, not scream obviously," she replied, her tone filled with annoyance.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response. "Yeah, right. Like you wouldn't do the same if you were in my shoes," I argued, trying to make her understand the fear and confusion I was experiencing.
"Probably not," she replied coolly, her words dripping with indifference.
"I can tell you're lying," I countered, sensing the insinceri
