JULIETTE

The silk beneath me was soft against my skin, nothing like I had ever felt or seen. It was Darius’s spreadsheet, a luxury that seemed to have a trick of its own, trying to lure me into forgetting what I truly was, but the cold chains around my ankle and wrist served as a cruel reminder of what I was…

A captive.

I tried to sleep comfortably as I had bragged to Darius, but my body refused peace, my shoulders ached after just an hour of lying on this bed. I couldn't twist or ...