She sat down beside Harlan, extending her delicate ankle, indicating for him to fasten the anklet.

Harlan’s expression remained unyielding. An anklet?

He knew women liked to wear ornaments on their necks and wrists, but tying something around an ankle was new to him.

He found it baffling and somewhat distasteful.

“Why do you want me to do that?”

Blushing, Mavis elaborated.

“Because if you fasten the anklet around my ankle yourself, it means you’ve trapped me, and I’m yours. You can only like me.”

L A ‘s L I B R A R

Harlan stood up, his face stern, threw the red rope

things. And don’t come here anymore. Even if you do, I

brushed across Mavis’ face, causing a slight sting. But what truly ached

don’t like any woman,

Harlan spun around, his

“Shut up!”

another word

gone. He retrieved the gun from under

nowhere, she heard footsteps behind her. As she turned, a sack was thrust over her

a damp, forsaken house, Mavis was

doing? I don’t know you

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