Malice
"You should stop doing that." Eve held her head as her feet landed on the tiled floor. She shivered as the cold wind made its presence.
She straightened her back when she realized that they were currently outside!
She looked around. They were standing on a large terrace that overlooked a sprawling garden below, its lush foliage bathed in the soft ethereal lights.
"Doing what?"
"Running around..." Eve said.
She wasn't accustomed to the speed, and every time he carried her, she had to suppress the urge to vomit. She felt humiliated by the thought of being sick, and she desperately hoped to avoid repeating the experience.
She could not help but think about the embarrassing scene that happened the other day.
"You will get used to it."
Did he truly intend to lift her up and hold her in his arms like this every single time?