Chapter 73 Why Is The Door Locked

• HASAN
• It’s an odd sense of pleasure knowing that five years hadn’t changed Tatiana. Knowing that I could still make her whimper and unravel with just a touch of my hand or an object.
• When Tatiana finally comes down from the high, she frantically grabs for the chair and the desk in search of something to hold onto, but ends up knocking a bunch of items off, including the bedside lamp I had set, but that’s not what draws my attention. A bow from the gift Althea had given me for my birthday does.