"But..." Cherish Turner said with grievance and anxiety in a soft voice, "but I'm scared..."
William Griffith held the back of her head, pressing it toward his own shoulder, and spoke heavily, hypnotizing her over and over again, "Cherish, don't be afraid of me. Don't be afraid."
Did he cast a spell? Her fear gradually subsided a bit.
"Give you half an hour. Then we go out."
What a domineering person! Cherish Turner frowned and reluctantly muttered her agreement.
For a moment, William Griffith pulled her tightly into his arms before releasing her. He shifted his body to the side, and the weight on her lightened. She immediately jumped out of bed, dashed out of the room without looking back, and opened the door. William Griffith looked in the direction she ran off to, his eyes tightened, and he had no choice but to go to the bathroom.