Third Person
Lyra’s struggles was useless under him. He overpowered her completely in terms of strength and quickness, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while using his weight to keep her trapped against the door. Every movement she made was halted before it even became a full attempt—her body tried to resist, to escape, yet it was completely blocked off.
Helpless, she raised her head and glared at him. “What do you f*****g want, Kyle? What now?”
Kyle leaned closer to her to the point that their forehead were already touching each other as they could feel each other’s breath.
“I told you, I won’t let you get away,” his voice were soft but firm. “Besides, you’re still not fully healed yet and I am not rest assured to let you leave.”
Lyra’s eyes darkened. “And
