serena

"Um, I have a favor to ask you," she said, her tone hesitant.

It had been months since Otis and Serena started their volatile relationship, marked by frequent arguments and physical abuse. Serena had been feeling trapped and helpless, constantly walking on eggshells to avoid triggering Otis' violent outbursts. But this morning, something had shifted within her.

Otis turned to face her, wary of what she might want. "What is it?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"I will listen to what you say, do what you told me to do . So... will you please promise me you won't tell your father about my masturbating?" Serena blurted out, her face turning red with embarrassment.

Otis's expression turned sour as he processed the request. It was unexpected, to say the least. However, he quickly realized that it was not as serious as he initially believed it to be. The relief was palpable, but he still couldn't help but frown.