"I'm okay," Dorothy said.
She gave Edward a withering look. Edward stared at her for a long time, trying to gauge if she was really okay. Dorothy was annoyed all of a sudden. She folded her arms across her chest, pointed her chin slightly at the bottom of the bed, and shook the mattress a little. Edward understood her right away. He looked at her suspiciously and lifted the bed effortlessly.
After raising the bed, Edward saw that there was a man there. His eyes were closed and his hands were tightly bound together. His body was curled like a boiled shrimp under the narrow bed space. Edward dragged the man out, the blue veins on his forehead showing his anger. The man's face was pressed against the floor. The pain was so great that he found it difficult for him to suck in the oxygen nece
