69. Toture

Maria woke up gasping for air when her face had just been splashed by water. She held his breath for a moment before turning his head to the front. Seeing Edward who was smiling sarcastically there.

"Beautiful morning isn't it. Wake up and enjoy your breakfast," said Edward, thrusting a porridge with his feet.

Maria stared in horror at the food. Although the distance is still far, the stench smells there. She turned his head, staring intently at Edward. Maria couldn't speak because her mouth was still plastered with duct tape. She couldn't move either, his hands and feet tied to a chair.

"I want to touch you, Maria, especially remembering the last time when your white chest and long legs were exposed. But alas, that person didn't allow me to touch you," Edward grumbled angrily.