"Every breath you take~"
Her special, exclusive ringtone rang out.
Pamela was trying to pull her hand out of the restraint.
The scraped skin rubbed against the edge of the leather strap again. She flinched in pain, tears running down her cheeks and into her already soaked collar.
The screen on the table beside her was lit.
Chen ❤
"And every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take~"
She jerked her head up, forgetting even the pain in her wrist, and reached toward it again.
"Come here... Please..."
Her fingertips still fell short of the edge of the table.
Woodrue was in the outer room.
Through the glass, she could see the professor bending over to adjust the console. He had casually set aside the research notes she had brought, with the questions she wanted to ask tonight still written on the top page.
She had really thought she had finally found a good teacher this time.
Motherfucker! How could meeting one genuinely good person have made her think everyone in Gotham was genuinely good?!
"Oh, can't you see
You belong to me?
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take?"
The cheerful, exclusive ringtone kept playing.
Pamela bit her lip and stretched her fingers forward with all her might. A slender vine beside the table leg suddenly rose, curled around the phone, and pushed it within her reach.
She had no time to think about it. Her fingertip was already brushing the screen. It took two swipes to answer, and then she turned on the speaker.
"Pamela, where are you right now?"
Hearing Chen Mo's voice, Pamela opened her mouth, but she drew her first breath too hastily to get a sound out.
She quickly swallowed, afraid he would think something was wrong