Novel & Cerita Wrapped Around Her Finger

She hissed a bit when his strength steadily increased and started hurting her. Finally not able to fight him physically, she flinched open her hand and the man didn't waste a second before slipping the ring back in her finger, Lily was ready to repeat her actions of getting rid of it but he held her hand tightly pulling it near his lips. She gulped when he kissed her ring finger before caressing it with his dainty thumb.

Just… skin. Her hair was brushed down her back like a waterfall. Her cheeks flushed with makeup, barely-there blush, and shiny lips. Like she tried, but didn’t want to look like she tried. I stopped walking. She was holding her wrist. That red string glowed faintly against her wrist. Same one from the villa. Same cursed little thread. What the hell was it? A charm? A trick? It made my teeth itch. She kept twisting it in her fingers like it meant something. Nervous. Or pretending to be.

"It will heal soon. Don't worry." She was about to tell him that she was not concerned for him. But she did not feel the need for it. She sighed and glanced at his bloody knuckles. She grabbed the hem of her dress and tore it a little. He was surprised when she did that. But her next action shocked him. She grabbed his hand and wrapped the torn piece of cloth around his knuckles. "It won't be infected," she said, letting go of his hand. But his other hand held her wrist. She was startled, gazing at him.

I rattle off all the possibilities and watch as her grin widens exponentially. "Wow" She breathes out softly, skimming her fingertip across my arm. The ring I gave her to borrow still snugly sitting on her fourth finger, beside the little daisy ring on her pinky. I never asked for it back, and she never offered it, suppose it's hers now.

He only had to squeeze a little harder, and he would snap it. Weirdly, her cheeks seem to turn red. Was she really not frightened at all? She seemed so sure of herself that it made him feel suspicious. Was she playing a trick again? His eyes swept over her arms. She wasn’t holding anything. Her fingers were slender and her nails were pink. Her little finger was plump and cute as well. They were so graceful that he was reminded of the time when she wrapped them around his neck. He went soft and loosened his grip. He tried to give her a way out, “Apologize. Then, I might spare you.

She straddled him, her legs over his middle. “Put your hands up, near the bed posts.” He did, and from behind the posts she withdrew a Velcro covered strap, that she fastened around one wrist. Then the other wrist. She was a little nervous, being imprisoned like that. But it happened quickly, before she had time to fully process what was happening. “And now the legs,” she said.

Her mind froze, and her thoughts seemed to slow to crippling speed. Someone was talking from far away. But she couldn’t hear most of what they were saying, and what she could hear, she couldn’t comprehend. The night softly ebbed around her. Corvin stepped back from her, letting go of one of her hands. “I do.” He said in what seemed like slow motion. He held her hand in his and slipped the golden ring on her finger. Someone was tapping on her shoulder. She turned to see a little boy with the same hungry eyes as the other people watching. He held a little pillow with a ring.

She held his palm again and then placed that ring in his palm. "You can throw it and even the one you're wearing. I know I should have done it on my own but even while thinking about it, it hurts me so I know I won't be able to do it or else will try to find it again after throwing it so you can do it on my behalf," she closed his fist and then exhaled heavily. She wanted to mask her emotions but her tears were betraying her intentions. "Throw these rings. I will try my best not to find them again," her voice almost broke. Her eyes blurred with tears. She immediately turned around to leave but felt an arm getting wrapped around her waist which abruptly spinned her around.

She’s burning. I tucked her blanket until it reached her chin. I walked out her bedroom and search for a small towel. I have to get a warm water too. After I got them both, I walked to her room again and started to put the wet towel on her head. She seemed so tired and she moved in her sleep. Her hand came out from the blanket. I looked at the ring that attached on her left hand. Her ring finger was so red and blue. It seemed she tried so hard to get it out. I don't even want that ring to get back to me. I wanted it to attach on her hand.

As her feet touched the floor, she wanted to run and disappear. Then, just as she turned, something gentle caught her. A single finger hooked around her little finger, holding her there.