“I have a pair of scissors in my room. If this doesn’t work, let’s use it,” said Xyla.

She could not stand being stuck so closely to Stanley. If this continued, she was afraid that her heart might stop beating.

“Alright. Come with me, slowly,” said Stanley while he led her into the room.

Xyla pointed at the nightstand. “The scissors are in the drawer of my nightstand.”

Without saying a word, Stanley slowly led her to the bed and the two of them sat down together. Carefully, he reached out to