IX.

"WHAT ARE you doing? Sit still," Bright ordered me, clicking on a button she had in her pocket.

I yelled, biting my lower lip at what she had just done. Before we came out of the stall, Bright managed to slip in something from inside of me.

"B-Bright," I called out to her, holding onto the hem of her dress. I couldn't explain the feeling inside of me as I felt the device stir my insides.

"Quiet, Queen," she responded, and immediately pushed the wheelchair towards the lounge of the mall.

Damn, she's doing this on purpose.

My face was flashing red, my chest gasping for air. At any moment, I'm sure a squeak will come out of my mouth, and I won't be able to keep my voice from moaning.

I grasped onto her forearm this time, but coincidentally, a man dressed in a police uniform came towards our direction.

"Good day, ladies," the policeman says and looks at us two. "May I have a few minutes of your time?" he adds which makes me unable to speak.

"F . . . fuck," I stutteringly muttered to mysel