"I guess I can do whatever you want," Lisa said. After all, she had no money to offer him nor had anything else but her life to give.

"Okay," he said.

She was stunned. Did he just... agree to her request? Was that not too easy?

"How's your hand?" He asked as his gaze fell on Lisa's hand which was still held under the cold running water. "Does it still hurt?"

"Not anymore," she replied. "It's been under the running water for quite a while, so I think I should be fine now."

He turned off the tap, pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, and used it to pat her hand dry.

"Is there any medicine in your house?" he asked. "Your hand is still a little red and swollen. I think we'd better apply some medicine on it."

"Umm, I think there is."

"Go get it, then."

Lisa hurried to her own bedroom and quickly got the ointment for burns. It was only then that she suddenly realized what she was doing. Why had she been so obedient in following Terry's orders?!

Still, she shook off the thought