Chapter 22

As I cautiously made my way towards Clyde, the room seemed to hold its breath, as if it were collectively bracing for what was about to unfold. The atmosphere was thick with tension, an almost tangible force that seemed to tighten its grip with every passing moment.

With a mixture of trepidation and determination, I mustered the courage to speak up. "Okay, I'm going to do it," I declared, my voice barely above a whisper. It felt like a fragile declaration, vulnerable and exposed in the face of potential humiliation.

But Clyde had other plans. In a swift and commanding motion, he thwarted my initial attempt, pulling me closer to him. Suddenly, I found myself ensnared in his grasp, seated on his lap. The position only served to magnify the unease in the room, intensifying the already palpable tension.

As we found ourselves locked in an uncomfortably intimate proximity, the silence between us grew increasingly unsettling. Our faces were mere inches apart. I couldn't help but feel a mix of