Crossley Gibson was carried on a man's shoulder, only struggling a few times before she ran out of energy to move.
Her head hanging down, she felt dizzy after just a few steps, her fingers digging into the man's back.
Her voice sounded weak, "Ose, put me down, I'm going to throw up!…"
Finishing her words, she really dry heaved a few times.
The man remained indifferent, still fuming with anger, carrying her back to the master bedroom, kicking the door shut forcefully before tossing her onto the sofa.
"Now, you're not allowed to go anywhere, let's have a good talk!" He sat down in the sofa opposite her, staring coldly at her.
Crossley Gibson hurriedly climbed up, wanting to stand, but saw the man glaring at her, his sinister gaze almost deadly.
She didn't move again, obediently sat down, taking a deep breath before saying, "Okay, let's talk, you say…"
