BRENDA'S POV

 

It was so unusual, I didn't understand why I couldn't resist all he was telling me, it was so bone-chilling as I was unable to control my own body.

 

The worst part was that when I reached the doorknob of his bedroom I couldn't feel the coldness against my palm and when I was in the room my body froze up and he walked in behind me.

 

How was he making me do this? I wasn't even able to lift a finger without his command.

 

What was he going to make me do now?

 

"Sit on the bed,"

 

He said then someone walked in with a wooden cup...