Thomas Shannon turned off the lamp, and the tent immediately darkened. Only the flickering firelight from the outside bonfire could be vaguely seen.
Thomas Shannon's hand moved downward. Sophie Sullivan's body stiffened. She tightly grabbed his hand, her breathing quickening. "Thomas Shannon, what are you trying to do?"
"Maniac, have you forgotten what you promised me today?"
Sophie remembered she had indeed agreed to one condition, but she hadn't expected... he would have such wicked thoughts about her here.
"I'm very tired..."
"I'll do the work."
Sophie tried to say something more, but Thomas Shannon had already pulled down her pants with one hand...
"No..." Sophie cried out, her hand tightening on Thomas Shannon's. "Thomas Shannon, no!"
"This is what you owe me."
With that said, the man effortlessly removed her hand.
