Chapter 12

Scarlett’s POV

He remains wordless, and after a while, he begins whistling a tune, almost like nothing of what I’d said affected him. When he’s about to leave the room is when I realize that I can’t stay here alone, not with the level of boredom that would probably kill me.

“Hey, cop. Can I go to the living room? I don’t care if you tie me up there, but there’s a tv there and everything. If you’re going to tie me up, at least leave me with some entertainment. Isn’t that what they say?” I shrug. Compromise now; fight later.

“Nobody says that.” He scoffs, “...and for the living room thing, I’ll agree if you wear a purple top.” He smirks coyly.

“If this is your idea of a punishment, you suck at it.” I stare at him with a blank expression.

“I know.” He shrugs. “...and I don’t want to punish you. I just want to feel better about myself.”

Well, when you put it like that, it’s not a bad reason. Ten minutes later, I’m in the living room tied to the