I thought I was strong-willed until I met Martin Harrison. Martin has a way of making everyone obedient, including me, but my obedience is to an extent. I can't give him full obedience, never.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked as the car drove down an unfamiliar road.
In his car, he sat beside me in the back seat, ignoring me as he focused on nothing in particular.
“I know I'm talking to someone with ears and mouth,” I said, trying to provoke him to talk.
To my disappointment, he didn't budge. Instead, he remained unbothered by my words and presence. I fumbled for my phone in my bag. I pulled it out, pretending to dial a number.
“What the f**k do you think you are doing?” He growled, snatching my phone from me.
“Give it back,” I said, trying to get it, but he pocketed it before
