Run! Run fast!
But it was already too late.
Simon had me firmly restrained.
He pressed me against the mirror, and my face appeared somewhat distorted with fear in the reflection.
He pressed his face tightly against mine, then breathed into my ear.
[Zara, you're not being obedient.]
He put my earring back on for me.
The earring was made of pearl.
Simon gently pinched the pearl, then stroked my face, gazing into the mirror with admiration: [This pearl really complements your skin.]
I could only stand there stiffly, at his mercy, as cold sweat soaked through my clothes.
[Zara, why are you sweating so much?] A faint, mocking smile appeared on Simon's face.
[Did that woman tell you something?] His face slowly moved closer, his dark eyes locked onto my every move.
I knew he knew ever
