The Mystery Guy *editing*

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Sapphire's POV

My eyes slowly opened when I hear someone's calling my name.

"Sapphire wake up"

I knew that voice. When I try to stretch out my arms, I remember having a rope behind me making me gasp and move my wrist. Shit, I'm still here? I can't even move my feet, they're tied too.

Oh what the fuck?

"How's your sleep?" The Mystery Guy asked leaning towards me. I gulp. That's when I remember my dream last night. Lawrence, Samantha Lawrence. Do I know her? And Alexander, who is he?
Who are they?

"Love, I asked you a question" I snap into my thoughts cause me to clear my throat. Shit, I was spacing out.

"I-it wasn't good. My wrist is aching, s-so does my feet" I answered honestly. Its true, they're both aching and I bet some marks is already on my skin since I was tied over night. He smirk in front of me as I look down. He disgust me. Every inch of my body hates him so much, so much it hurts.

"Well then, I guess you already learn your lesson my Sapphire"

What does he mean by that now?

He suddenly went behind me as he try to get the rope on my wrist cause me to wince. And finally, my arms are already free and I stretch them out, feeling a little pain on it. I look my wrist when I saw some red marks on it maybe because of the rope that tied so tightly behind me. I frowned.

Then he get off the rope that tied my both feet and see some red marks on it too. I sigh heavily. When I touch the red marks on my wrist with my fingertips, I cried.

"Fuck!"

"Don't touch it" Now look who's talking. I eyed him. Don't he dare try to show me that he fucking care. This is what he like right? To see me in pain? And why the hell he's stopping me now? I rolled my eyes.

I slowly stand up when my feet suddenly ached so much and wobble at the same time that I fell down, but strong arms directly caught me by my waist and I froze. Fuck, my feet really hurts. Then seconds later, the Mystery Guy pick me up bridal-style which I didn't protest at all. I'm tired anyway so I just let him carry me to my bed and put me down gently. I huff. I'm still mad at him for doing this to me. How could he?

He leave me laying on my bed for awhile then he suddenly went towards my bath room as I stare at him confused. What is he doing? I hear my faucet open as the water flow down the sink. Okay, I'm confused.

Then he went out with a wet towel on his hands cause me to form my lips into a thin line. I didn't help but asked, "What are you doing?"

He just ignore my question and sit beside me. Okay, nice talking. He grab my forearm instead of my wrist to avoid the red marks that always cause my pain.

But what surprise me the most when he slowly rubbed the wet towel around my wrist cause me to hiss. Fuck that shit.

He continue his doing while me just scan him, confused. His eyes is really focused on my wrist intensely and his jaw tense. Is he regretting it? Oh I hope not.

He grab my other wrist and rub the wet towel once again around it.

After he is finish with my both wrist, he went to the edge of my bed and slowly wipe the towel on my feet.