"Get up, get dressed. You're coming with me."
"W-where are we going? But I have plans with my friends." I lay on the bed, clutching the blanket tightly around me, feeling anxious.
"I told you to come, so you have to come. You don't get to ask where we're going."
"Why are you forcing me? You could just tell me nicely." I hate being forced into things; it makes me feel like I'm losing myself.
I know I have no right to protest because my status is that of a debtor, one with no choice. I have no right to resist anyway.
"I'll wait outside. If you're not dressed in five minutes..." Mr. Plerng came close to where I was lying and whispered, "Watch out, or you might end up without clothes all night."
I turned my face away in discomfort, but it only gave Mr. Plerng the opportunity to press a k
