Aurora’s P.O.V

“W-what…what are you talking a-about?” I asked, my stomach turning in knots at the way she kept on looking at me. Something wasn’t right…I knew it, but I was helpless to stop any of it from happening.

“Stop asking questions and get dressed.” She snapped at me. “We bought you for the night, bitch! So you’ll do as we say! No get on with it!”

“But—”

“But what? Huh?” She scoffed. “Not feeling so cocky now, are you? But just ...