"Mmmmm!" Natasha struggled under the man's hold as they tied her back on the chair after letting her use the washroom.
Everyone sighed as they looked at the girl, annoyed. Everyone left the room, leaving one man behind with the girl to keep a look at her.
"For someone who can't speak, you are making quite some noise," The man, who stayed back, said, clenching his hand when he noticed more hot tears rolling down her eyes.
"Geez! Why the hell are you crying like this? It's not like we are actually touching you inappropriately," The man said, and Natasha whimpered.
"Do you want to write something?" The guy asked her, and she nodded, making him sigh.
"You could've signed or made some kind of gestures if that was the case," the man said before looking at her tied hands.
"Nevermind. Here, take this and write what you want to say," The man handed her the notebook and untied her right hand.
