It wouldn't even be thirteen full seconds after Heena finished arranging the ropes to her satisfaction.
She was just stepping back to admire her handiwork—Samuel thoroughly restrained, looking both alarmed and resigned to his fate—when suddenly she saw him bend forward as much as the ropes allowed, groaning loudly in apparent pain.
His face twisted in a grimace, and he was suddenly covered in sweat.
Seeing this unexpected development, Heena frowned and said with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
She moved closer cautiously.
But Samuel didn't answer. He just continued groaning, his breathing becoming labored and harsh.
Because of the ropes binding him to the bed, he couldn't move freely or curl up into a more comfortable position. He just lay there, groaning in obvious distress.
Seeing his genuine-looking pain, Heena hurriedly walked toward the bed, her earlier predatory confidence shifting to worried confusion.
