In the morning, Kylie opened her eyes in confusion.

Hadn't she fallen asleep on the sofa in the living room last night? How had she made it back to the bedroom?

What happened last night? Did Ethan sleepwalk, or was that her?

She touched her neck. It was painful. It seemed to be true: this bastard was really bad.

She had just talked back to him a couple of times on the way back to their hotel room, and then he'd tortured her the whole night.

He couldn't take advantage of her so easily. She had ...