His eyes held an indifferent, ruthless shade of deep blue.
Much like the aurora in the endless months of darkness during the polar night in the north.
Bringing her an infinite shrouding of darkness.
He locked her ankle with a fine silver chain, the other end of the chain was attached to the bedpost, thus, she was trapped on this bed by Philip Shaw.
She trembled all over, looking in disbelief at the silver chain on her ankle, the icy touch flowing over her skin, as Philip Shaw gently lifted her foot with his fingers, bowing his head to plant a gentle kiss on her instep: "See, it's beautiful, isn't it."
She was beside herself with anger: "Philip Shaw, you are insane!"
"If nothing I do can make you stay, then I might as well not do anything." He looked at her calmly, "By doing nothing, there won't be any disappointment."
