“Marise, what are you doing…?
“ I don't know! I responded desperately. My shirt is stuck! Help me!
I heard the front door open, then the back door open, and finally felt a strong hand grab one of my arms and make me sit up. However, the situation had already become complicated in those few seconds. Because the fabric of the sweatshirt was thick, it covered my head in such a way that it created such a closed and claustrophobic space that I began to gasp for breath. At the same time, because I'm not very smart in times of urgency, I looked for a way out by moving my arms and my face like a fool.
From there, me in desperation mode and Viktor trying to get me out of the death trap that was clothes, we made everything worse.
"But stay still! "he complained.
His hands moved in search of som
