♡Joan♡

He starved me—true to his words. I didn’t know how long I’d been here, tied and aching.

It must be the early hours of the morning by now. Aaron had to know I was missing. He’d be searching, but how would he ever find me? I didn’t even know where I was.

My wrists burned from the rope chafing my skin, my head throbbed, and my eyes felt too heavy to keep open.

God, I wanted to sleep. I longed to be safe in Aaron’s arms, but closing my eyes here felt like asking for ...