Ormand decisively grabbed Viola's left wrist.
Viola, who was in a manic state, kicked after her hands were tied.
Ormand had no choice but to retreat. He let go of Viola, rolled two rounds on the bed, and then steadily landed on the carpet.
While Viola was searching for her new target, Ormand ran to the clothes tree in the moonlight from outside the window. Ormand took a belt, rushed to the other side of the bed, and handed the belt to Viola before she smashed things.
Viola got the weapon, and the bloodthirsty and fierce light in her eyes became obvious.
"Wait a minute!" Ormand said.
In horror, Ormand quickly took off his pajamas, threw them on the bed, and stood naked in front of Viola. Ormand didn't want another set of pajamas to be ruined.
"Come, Viola! Make it quick, so we can have an early sleep."
Viola growled like a furious beast. She lost her mind and consciousness.