As Liam Summer left, the room finally settled into a slow, tranquil silence.
The bright moonlight spread over the bed like silk, cleansing the room to spotless purity.
All the filth from before seemed to have been washed away by this moonlight, as if nothing had ever happened.
Aldana Candi opened her palm, looking at the distinct grip marks on her wrist under the clear moonlight; Steven Balance had not used force, just prevented her from breaking free, but still left red marks on her fragile skin.
She slowly raised her hand, gently rubbing the red marks with her fingers. As her fingertips touched them, the red marks became even more distinct. She watched for a moment, then slowly lowered her hand.
Her fate was like this circle of fingerprints, easily controlled within someone else's grasp. Whenever she fought with all her might, not only did she fail to break free, but she also ended up hurting herself.
