Anila's POV

"What are you doing, Garrett?!" I looked at him in terror, my hands resting on his shoulders as I tried to push him away.

"At last, you call me by my name," he whispered softly, his emotions undetectable.

Garrett unfastened the belt around his waist and bound my hands. I was like a prisoner, tied up and unable to struggle.

What devious scheme was he planning to humiliate me? Did he want me to make a spectacle of myself in front of the general? No, I can’t accept this.

I struggled and writhed with all my might, but it was in vain.

Garrett tore open the hem of...