This was a lake, and Adrian Desmond's black car was parked by the shore. It was already late into the night, and the car looked like a monster of the night. Inside the car...
"No!" Sienna Johnson grabbed Adrian Desmond's hand. His arm muscles tightened, making Sienna look too frail in front of him.
In the past few years, very few people had made Sienna feel this way, but just one glance from this man would remind her of when she had first entered the Johnson family—that feeling of being small and powerless.
"Pink underwear, you're so slutty..." He picked up her underwear, held it to his nose, and kissed it. Sienna's face flushed red. Adrian rolled it up and stuffed it into his pocket.
"What will it take for you to let me go?" Sienna tried to negotiate with him, but her opponent was uncooperative.
"Not unless I'm dead!"
Sienna really wanted to kill this damned man, but she didn't have the ability, at least not in her current situation.
