Ethan's Wreath

CONTINUED....

His eyes closed as he thought of her, and when he opened them again, his hands were still bound. However, he was no longer in that room; instead, he was lying on a rooftop with the sun directly shining down on him, and his back was burning.

In his foggy vision, he saw himself lying on a bed made of iron and aluminum as he turned his head a little to check why his body was burning and itching.

Electric heater were kept on three of his sides and on chair was kept on his side.

When he heard footsteps and was unable to speak due to a sore throat, he attempted to open his eyes widely.

"Enjoying aren't we?",he heard the voice which he immediately recognised.

He tried to say, "Ah.." but Goan came out of his mouth instead.

In the bright sunlight, Ethan was sitting right next to Damien, and his man was holding an umbrella for him. Damien was sweating heavily.

"You don't know how to cherish a woman like her.. and how cowherd you are to even consider killing yourself. I don't know i