(Allan's POV)

She gazed at me as she handed me the small bottle. I stared back at her in bewilderment.

What hell!... Has she forgotten that my hands were chained to the bed by her? How in the hell am I gonna accept the bottle from her?

"Take, open, and drink it!" she said.

"You are kidding, aren't you?" I cackled sadly. I was not happy this time.

She seemed surprised by my funny reply. Nevertheless, I continued, "How am I gonna accept that from you when you had my two hands chained?"

"Oh, I see... that's the problem!" she held back the bottle and glanced at me suspiciously.

What...