Chapitre 34: The Bastard Had Larger Hands

Aside the ludicrous threat Ferrai made, my most important concern was him finding the phone in my pants. I had gone through too many lengths to get it, if he found it now, then all my plans would go to a horrible waste.

I couldn't allow that.

Ferrari's finger was just about to touch my exposed back, when I began to whimper.

"It hurts." I said, with my face buried in the sheets.

I felt him hesitate. "That's why I'm applying this on you, so stay still." His tone grew softer.

But I still did not relent, I continued sobbing into the sheets, crying that it hurt nonstop.

Of course, I didn't expect this to work completely, I just needed to create some sort of distraction so I could figure out a way to hide the phone.

Ferrari wasn't stupid, he had to know that I was faking this.

"Shit." I heard him curse under his breath, immediately he undid the knot on my wrists, and sat by the edge of the bed with his hands in-between his thighs.