If I ran away, he would kill me.
If I resist, he will force me.
If I fight, I might be tortured too.
So, the only safe option for now was to submit...
The back of my throat dried when I willingly held his large hand with my cold and shaky ones. He smiled beautifully, kissing my knuckles.
"Thank you. I won't disappoint you, at least." He whispered.
"You.. are not lying, are you?" I asked in a trembling tone.
"Why don't we find out? I could only try to show you that and rest is up to you. But I swear on one thing, I won't touch without your consent anymore." He swore, leaving me at a loss of words.
I was silent as he got down, picking the fallen fork and knife and got me new ones from the kitchen to sit closely to me as I was in pure bewilderment of what I had done.
