"What do you want to do?" Summer Ford looked at him warily, unconsciously shrinking to the side.
"Little whip and little rope?" Ethan Laurent glanced at her sarcastically, his expressionless gaze falling on her wrist, "Why don't we give it a try?"
"You, you'd better not mess around!" Summer Ford felt creeped out by his gaze, her body shrinking further to the side.
Ethan Laurent let out a cold snort, and before she could react, his large hand clasped her slender white wrist, lifting it high over her head with a smack, "How is this messing around?"
"Ethan Laurent, get away!" The action startled Summer Ford, her face changing drastically.
Her wrist struggled fiercely in his hand, but it didn't break free. She took a deep breath, giving up the struggle, and instead reasoned with him, "You can't do this!"
