Forbidden Passion
Chapter 179 Bullying You Is My Sick Pleasure

Phoebe's eyes were red. She knew it - her mother must have secretly informed Theodore. Her mother never failed to disappoint her. She struggled fiercely as the chains chafed her wrists and ankles, causing a sharp pain. She took a deep breath, suppressing the anger welling up in her heart, and asked coldly, "Theodore, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Can't you tell?" Theodore's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Since words don't work, I'll use actions."

Phoebe felt a sinking sensation in her heart. Theodore seemed off at this moment, likely agitated by her being with Edward last night. She bit her lip and sneered, "Theodore, does Vanessa know about your strange fetishes?" "She doesn't need to know," Theodore said coldly.

Phoebe laughed, a mocking laugh. "Yes, how could you let her know, she's the apple of your eye."

Theodore looked at her. Phoebe's laughter made him uncomfortable, but he didn't explain, he just said coldly, "As long as you know."

So, Phoebe shut up. Her heart felt as cold as snow, and she didn't want to say anything.

Theodore sat down by the bed. The sunlight illuminated his profile, making the bruise on his face more noticeable. He tugged at the chain, "Don't play dead."

Phoebe simply closed her eyes. Even though lying spread-eagle on the bed was humiliating, she had to accept reality because she didn't want to beg Theodore for mercy.

Theodore frowned, "Phoebe, my patience is limited."

Hearing his threat, Phoebe had to open her eyes and look at him, "Say whatever you want to say; I'm all ears."

Theodore was so angry that he reached out and pinched her mouth, "Your mouth is quite soft to pinch, but why do your words annoy me so much?"

Phoebe's mouth was pinched, so she could only glare at him fiercely.

Some people must have become addicted to this, thinking it was fun to pinch her mouth and prevent her from speaking, especially when she was glaring, with her mouth pouting, looking both fierce and cute.

Phoebe was so angry that she pushed his hand away.

"What kind of sick game is this?"

Theodore sat up straight again, looking at her quietly.

He had taken her from Golden Apartment in the morning. She was sleeping so soundly and innocently snuggling into his arms. He was still angry, so he took her directly to the villa in the west district and locked her up to scare her. But she seemed quite calm.

"Bullying you is my sick pleasure."

Phoebe remained silent.

She didn't want to talk; she was tired.

The two of them sat and lay there, not knowing how much time had passed, Phoebe gradually became restless and started to twist around.

Theodore was playing Minesweeper on his computer next to her, with the sound on. Phoebe heard the occasional explosion and was speechless. She could always believe in his ability to step on mines. Theodore was still stepping on mines in the game, with the sound of each explosion going "boom, boom", but Phoebe couldn't hold it in any longer. Her face was flushed as she said, "Untie me." "For what?"

Phoebe glared at him, "I need to use the bathroom; I can't hold it anymore."

Theodore spoke calmly, "Oh, then you beg me."

Phoebe closed her mouth, thinking viciously in her heart. So, he was just waiting for her here. She had to admit that Theodore's ways of tormenting her were becoming more and more ingenious. But she really couldn't hold it anymore, and she definitely couldn't wet the bed.