Crazy Woman

Lydia at the bedside kept retreating. Tim, holding a whip in his hand, sinisterly observed Lydia, who looked as prickly and aggressive as a hedgehog. He smirked and said, albeit falsely, "Of course, I'm going to bed." Lydia lashed out a kick at him, which he dodged. She tried again, indifferent to the pain in her twisted ankle, but Tim caught it. He then had her bound once more, disregarding her resistance. He moved her away from the bed and tied her to a chair. Tim lay comfortably on the bed, removed his glasses, and went to sleep. The chair scratched the floor restlessly under witch Lydia's uneasiness. Tim warned without opening his eyes, "If you keep moving, I'm going to break your leg." But if she was scared of this threat, she wouldn't be Lydia. The room was dimly lit, and Lydia glared at the comfortably sleeping Tim on the bed, her desire for revenge increasingly growing within her. Having hardly rested these days, it took Tim a while to put up with the annoying noise of the chai