She instinctively shrank back, her gaze icy. "What are you planning to do? You knocked me out on purpose? Where are my clothes?”

Her face, however, was drained of color and her eyes lacked their usual tire.

He paused momentarily before checking her temperature by placing his hand on her forehead again

He withdrew his hand and asked calmly, “Are you hungry?"

Sabrina just stared, lost for words.

It was as if he hadn't even registered her earlier questions.

“Why did you do that to me? And where are my clothes?" Her gaze was icy as it fixed on him.

However, Tyrone kept avoiding her questions. "Karen prepared breakfast.

I'll get it for you. You were running a temperature last night. How do you feel now? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I need my clothes. I'd like to head downstairs and eat on my own."

“Just stay put. Your meal’s coming up."

With that, he began to Leave the room.

Sabrina was almost out of breath.

Wrapped in the quilt, she crawled out of the bed and opened the room cabinet, only to find it empty.

Not one garment in sight.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

She attempted to open the door only to find it securely locked, presumably by Tyrone.

A quick scan of the room revealed no gadgets or devices.

Frustrated, she sank onto the bed, pounding it in vexation.

It dawned on her; Tyrone intended to lock her up.