Simone

When I opened my eyes, everything was different. It was the same room, I was sure, but Nick was no longer in a chair. Instead, he was handcuffed to a bed. I pulled against my own bindings and felt cold metal rather than itchy rope.

The bitch had handcuffed us both.

Speaking of, she was laying in the bed next to Nick, wearing a sheer nightie and little else. I wanted to kill her.

“Don’t touch him,” I managed weakly.

My body was so ...