Chapter 8

Only then did Marshmallow smile in satisfaction and continue driving. To be safe, I texted my dormmates and sent them my location. I told them to call the cops if anything felt wrong.

Once Marshmallow opened the door to his apartment, I frowned. The stench was even more apparent than before—he hadn't cleaned the place at all! And there wasn't any candlelight dinner!

I backed away, but he'd already locked the door. He smiled faintly at me. "Have a seat, my queen. I'll go get changed."

I was trembling with fear but could only put on a calm front and nod. Then, I sat on the couch, looking high and mighty like I'd always been around him.

Once Marshmallow headed to his room, I shot toward the door, wanting to leave. Then, I found I couldn't open it. I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Where are you going, my queen?" Marshmallow's voice suddenly rang out behind me. It made me jolt in fear.

I turned to see him wearing a raincoat and standing a few steps behind me. He smiled gently, but it see