Consent

Alisha gazed at him with weary eyes, yearning for an explanation, yet unable to trust him. Not after the abduction and the loss of her beloved dog at his hands.

She never imagined encountering someone as ruthless as Alice, who lacked even a shred of mercy towards animals.

“What if I choose not to explain?” Alice's eyes sparkled with curiosity as his hand encircled Alisha's waist.

“Then I won't be eating anything,” Alisha retorted, her shoulders shrugging, devoid of fear in her gaze.

She regarded him as if his question were foolish, mirroring his character. Why would she dine with him when her inquiries remained unanswered?

“Are you certain? I could force-feed you,” Alice warned, his tone laced with menace, yet eerily calm.

“Then I won't open my mouth, obviously,” Alisha replied, unfazed.

Alice wasn't surprised; he was accustomed to her sharp tongue. However, her nonchalant demeanour left him at a loss.

Despite the ordeal she endured, her tears, and the pain in her feet, she still w