As Sam puzzled over the situation, Mia woke up, her eyes clouded with confusion. The first thing she saw was Sam standing in front of her, looking shocked.
She wondered why the young man wore such an expression. Then she noticed sothing odd about her own perspective—why did she seem so short? Wait... what was happening?!
Mia then realized she couldn't move normally. She saw the dense ropes binding her hands, legs, and even her waist, extending behind her and connecting to a beam above!
"What the hell is this?!" she exclaid. "Why am I tied up again?!"
"What kind of dream is this? I really don't have this kind of fetish, so why does this keep happening?!"
"Fool! Did you do this?!" Mia, her face flushed with embarrassnt, glared at Sam. Being tied up felt humiliating, almost like so kind of play, and it always seed to be on display for Sam, even though it was just a dream.
But rembering the dream made it all too real! This dream wasn't abstract at all; it was a one-to-one real-life reproduction!
Sam couldn't help but want to laugh.
"I was about to ask if you did this to yourself."
"Myself?"
"I found it like this when I arrived... boss, do you have so special fetish? Do you like to tie yourself up when you're alone at ho?"
Mia's face turned even redder. Honestly, after the first dream where she found herself bound, Mia was puzzled why she couldn't resist the feeling. At the ti, she hadn't realized the dream had the magical power to change one's mindset.
So... she actually tried tying herself up at ho... Okay, it was indeed embarrassing.
But the feeling... was really strange. How to say it? The inability to move freely, the sensation of everything indecent being exposed, it was sowhat addictive, like a completely new experience she had never considered before.
Using a sowhat outrageous analogy, it's like why there are born psychopaths, aside from childhood influences, there's also a thrill in human nature from violating morals and laws.
It includes so strange fetishes that can trigger unexpected feelings... those that can't be experienced under normal circumstances...
However, after trying it once, Mia never did it again. Later, with Sam's reminder, she realized she was influenced by the dream.
But undeniably... Mia felt more than just embarrassnt from the experience.
"Why aren't you speaking? Did I guess right?" Sam asked, amused.
Mia snapped back to reality and shouted, "Hurry up and untie !!"
Sam wasn't in a rush, but he also wanted to teach her a lesson, even if it was unintentional. She needed to be cautious as a person with superpowers, or what would happen if sothing similar occurred again?
And in the dream, his relationship with this woman seed different than usual.
So, he casually laughed and said, "What? Is that how you ask for help? Besides, you brought this on yourself."
Mia, frustrated and embarrassed, looked at him. Struggling was useless; the ropes were too secure, only making her sway and feel more uncomfortable.
And... Sam seed right; she was paying the price for her carelessness.
"What attitude do you want to have? I really didn't an to, you jerk...!"
"Calling a jerk over and over, why should I untie you?"
Sam wasn't in a hurry and instead squatted down in front of her.
He was just trying to show a relaxed attitude, but he didn't expect that this angle would give him a clear view of Mia's open neckline and the breasts exposed there.
Especially under the artistic 'bondage,' the shape of her breasts was perfectly accentuated, creating an overwhelming visual impact.
Mia's face turned red.
"Are you still ssing with like this?"
"I'm not ssing with you. Your attitude doesn't seem like you want to untie you, so I decided to wait and see. Maybe I'll just go out and look for a way to leave the dream, okay?"
"You...!"
Mia wanted to say sothing, but Sam was already standing up, ready to leave.
Mia couldn't hold back anymore.
"Wait!!"
"Oh? Do you have sothing to say to ?"
"Could you... please untie ?"
Mia's tone finally softened.
Sam walked a bit closer to Mia, then bent down, smiling at her.
In Mia's eyes, he looked almost like a demon.
"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."
Mia bit her lower lip, barely squeezing out the words.
"Please... Sam... untie ... okay?"
"How should you address ?"
"Sam..."
"Just by na?"
"Dear Sam..."
It was getting weirder!
Mia felt a strange emotion spreading as he spoke, like currents passing through her, causing a tingling sensation at the spots where the ropes bound her.
She seed to sink deeper into so ga, unable to wake up, just continuously falling deeper.
Sam's words were like a spell with magical power.
"Say it perfectly once more, and I'll untie you."
His voice was low and husky.
Mia felt she couldn't refuse.
"Please... Dear Sam... untie ... okay?"
"Good girl. Will you be this careless again?"
"No... I won't..."
As if imrsed in so play, Mia seed like a child acknowledging her mistake.
Sam smiled and stood up, while Mia felt like she was falling into a dream, her head dizzy and not recovering for a long ti.
Sam didn't need any tools; his strength was greater than many, and even without scissors, he could easily untie her...
But the mont Sam touched the ropes, he felt an electric shock!
And it was a strong current that made him release his hands and step back.
Mia was stunned.
"What are you doing?"
Sam looked at her strangely.
"There's electricity!"
"How co I didn't feel it? You're lying!"
Indeed...
If it was really electricity, why didn't Mia feel it? Sam was skeptical and cautiously approached again.
But the mont his trembling hands touched the ropes again.
"Zzzt—!"
Not only was Sam shocked, but even Mia heard a sound like a short circuit.
Sam stepped back again, his hands now charred.
"What's going on?! Sam, are you okay?"
Mia imdiately worried about the young man's situation, too preoccupied to wonder why she was unaffected.
Sam, sweating profusely, shook his head.
Enduring the burning pain.
"Just looked at his hands, which were visibly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, the charred skin returning to flesh color.
"I'm okay now... but... I can't untie your ropes. This is strange."
Mia was shocked by this scene.
"What's going on with you? Why..."
"It's hard to say, probably because this is a dream, but... there really was electricity, do you believe now?"
"But... why?!"
Mia asked, not understanding.
Sam looked around, suspiciously saying.
"Did you see Ava? She seems to be missing."
Mia asked strangely, "Why would she be here? Isn't it just the two of us..."
"Who told you it's just the two of us? She was the first to fall asleep, don't you rember?"
"But... what if she didn't co in, and it's just us in our dream?"
"That's impossible. Because this is Cedarwood's church, it definitely has sothing to do with her!"
Sam was certain.
"What... this is Cedarwood's church?"
"Yes, this is Cedarwood's church, where I grew up, where I was abandoned."
"!!!"
That wasn't Sam speaking, Mia heard the familiar yet sowhat strange voice too.
They both looked towards the door.
And finally saw the figure that hadn't appeared until now standing at the doorway.
It was Ava, no doubt.
But it was Ava dressed as a priestess.
The familiar priestess outfit, barefoot, wearing the familiar crown.
She looked like she had a unique divinity, exuding an inexplicable sense of sanctity.
But compared to the usual Ava, the biggest difference was her expression—no smile, but rather somber, sowhat hollow.
How to describe it? Like a kind of etherealness, but more like a strange lancholy.
Sam even saw his sister like this for the first ti.
Was this the magic of the dream? Did everyone who ca in show their other side? Did Ava also have such a dark side?
Sam imdiately doubted.
"Ava... is this your dream?"
Mia asked.
Sam also looked at Ava.
The girl glanced at them, standing at the door, and said calmly.
"Mia, are you also my brother's woman?"
This question made Mia's eyes widen.
What kind of question was that?!
No, no! Why would she ask that?!
Before Mia could answer, Sam quickly interjected.
"Ava... did you do this?"
"What do you an by 'this'?" she asked coldly.
Sam pointed at the ropes on her body.
"Tying her up here... did you do it?"
Ava didn't hesitate.
"Yes."
"Why did you tie up?!" Mia couldn't understand, nor did she know why Ava had suddenly changed.
Ava didn't answer, just looked at them.
Sam frowned, feeling that this person might not be Ava.
Just soone who looked and sounded exactly like her, but whose character and tone were all wrong.
He thought for a mont and asked.
"I can't untie her ropes... was that your doing too?"
Ava nodded.
The pendants on her crown clinked, making a clear sound.
"Why would you do that?"
"Because I hate it."
She said those words, and Mia's eyes widened.
"Hate? Hey, hey, hey... that's not right, why would you hate ? We just t today, we..."
"Because you're trying to take my brother away."
"Ouch... ah!"
As Ava spoke, Mia suddenly felt the ropes tighten sharply, even lifting her an inch off the ground.
Mia broke out in a cold sweat, barely able to speak, but the content of what she heard terrified her.
"Take... take your brother away... what do you an... I didn't..."
But Ava's aura beca even colder, Sam could clearly see her eyes turning a crimson red.
Like a miracle, a manifestation of power.
"I see through you."
"An aggressive friend."
"With a monopolistic fluke."
"A despicable person."
"A lewd person."
"A self-deceiving person..."
"A woman who appears beside my brother..."
She murmured these words as if reciting a scripture.
Sam imdiately stepped forward.
"What are you doing? Let her go, she's my boss! What exactly are you trying to do?"
The girl who had been shaken by the arms looked up at Sam.
She smiled.
But it wasn't gentle or sweet, rather it was cold and compelling.
"Keep her here forever, and she won't be able to take you away."
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