EMERALD'S POV

I must've fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes next, the soft lamp I always keep on was off. Disoriented, I searched around me and froze. My hands. A rope surrounded both my hands and was tied to the bedpost. I was lying on my back with my hands stretching above my head on the bed. And they were tied. What in the…? I pull the ropes, but they didn't loosen. If anything, they tightened around my wrists until it's painful. Before I can clearly focus on that, ...