Escape of the Framed Mute
It turned out his kindness wasn't out of goodwill—it stemmed from his inability to forget her.
Just then, the doorbell of the hotel room rang.
Giselle hooked a finger under my chin, her eyes full of malice.
"Aurora, I heard you're still a virgin. Too bad—will you still be one tomorrow?" she wondered aloud.
"Don't bother screaming. He'll be very gentle with you," she added.
Then, she seemed to remember something, her tone mocking. "Oh, I forgot. You can't scream—you're mute!"
Hearing that, I struggled with all my might.