~Sienna~

The silence in this room is heavier even than the chains and ropes that hold me. I am suspended in a nightmare, my arms and legs stretched out toward the four corners of the bed, my body is a map of vulnerability and shame. I haven't worn a single piece of clothing since the night Julian drugged me. I am exposed, like a piece of meat left out to rot in the dark.

I should be grateful, I suppose, that he hasn't tried to force himself on me again since that first brutal night. But the ...