Imprisoned in a Golden Cage
Sitting in Gilberto's car, Zoey turned her face away from the window, her eyes devoid of focus and any trace of vitality.
"Do you particularly hate me?"
Gilberto couldn't bear the silence and oppressive atmosphere any longer, so he cleared his throat and asked.
Zoey did not answer the man's question; silence was the best response.
Gilberto clenched the steering wheel, and suddenly changed lanes, heading towards a large tree on the side of the street.
Just as they were about to collide, he abruptly slammed on the brakes.
The car barely stopped ten centimeters away from the big tree, and he looked at Zoey with an expressionless face, still gazing out of the window.
He grabbed Zoey by the back of her head and turned her towards him, anger filling his eyes.
