âWhat do you mean?â Nicole stammered in fear.
âDonât you realize whatâs going on?â Howe responded.
Nicoleâs heart sank.
While trying her best to stay calm, she clenched her fist and feigned ignorance.
âI donât understand.
Please open the door.
I want to go back.
â
Howe burst into laughter.
He placed his hand on Nicoleâs shoulder and slowly slid it down.
âDo I really have to spell it out for you? Jarrod sent you to me.
As he spoke, his hand crept toward her collar.
Nicole slapped his hand away and stepped back.
With her eyes fixed on him, she asked in disbelief, âDid Jarrod really say that?â
Howeâs hand stung from the slap.
Annoyed, he scoffed, âOf course! Who do you think you are? Jarrod sent you to me after I mentioned you once.
â
Nicole coldly chuckled to herself.
What Jarrod had done didnât surprise her.
It was something he would likely do, after all.
âEven if it was Jarrod, he has no right to send me to you.
Open the door now, or Iâll call the police!â She took out her cell phone, ready to call the police.
Smack! Her phone suddenly clattered to the floor.
Howe approached her, his eyes narrowed sinisterly.
Nicole sensed the danger and quickly stepped back.
Upon realizing she couldnât escape through the door, she instead bolted upstairs for a room to hide in.
Unfortunately, Howe caught her hair just as she reached the stairs.
The pain was intense, and her scalp felt like her hair might tear off.
âOuch!â Nicole cried out, tears springing to her eyes.
Howe firmly gripped her hair and cursed, âYou shameless piece of trash! You should feel honored!â
He dragged her up the stairs by her hair and opened a door.
To Nicole, it felt like entering hell.
Howe then proceeded to tie Nicole to a chair.
The ropes were specially designed.
The more she struggled, the tighter they became.
Trembling with rage, Nicole shouted, âIf you touch me, I wonât let you get away with it! Iâll press charges and make sure you pay!â
âIâm curious.
How do you plan on making me pay? You know, I donât care even if you donât consent.
Give it a try with me and youâll like me,â Howe taunted.
âBullshit!â Nicole bellowed at the top of her lungs.
âDonât even think that you are above the law!â
With a terrifying smile, Howe approached Nicole and remarked, âMiss Lawrence, youâre quite stubborn.
Letâs see if you can remain so!â
As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped her across the face.
Smack! The sound of the slap was crisp and harsh.