Cuffed

ERIKA

"You'll stay here from now on," he ordered, strict with his decision just like the eye he was giving her, "In my bedroom."

That was enough to shake her world, disorient her brain for a long time till she was hit with a million questions, the answers to which she couldn't fine even if she looked hard into his eyes. He wore the kind of expression like he was forced to make this decision and like it was all her fault.

But Erika knew her fate was in his hands, then why didn't he change it? Why did he choose to keep blaming her even though he could've avoided it?

"I won't be here and neither will I let you do this!" She let out, the confusion turning into anger.

"Bold of you to say that while being cuffed on my bed," he smirked as she tried to rattle the cuffs or slip her hand out but it was all in vain. She glared back at his smiling face and it was just infuriating. "We'll see if you can give me the look after you spend the whole night like this."

"Why?" She asked when Nigel was s