I hug the phone to my chest and close my eyes, fighting the tears trying to escape.
I must’ve fallen asleep because when I open my eyes next, the soft lamp I always keep on is off.
Disoriented, I search around me and freeze.
My hands.
A rope surrounds both my hands and is tied to the bedpost. I’m lying on my back with my hands stretching above my head on the bed.
And they’re tied.
What in the…?
I pull at the ropes, but they don’t loosen. If anything, they tighten around my wrists until it’s painful.
Before I can clearly focus on that, something else cuts into the black.
A shadow looms over me.
A dark, familiar shadow.
For a second, I’m too stunned to react. A thousand shivers break over my skin and terror explodes in my spine.
Is this… another nightmare? Are the monsters finally coming for me?
I scream.
A strong hand wraps around my mouth, suffocating the shriek and my breathing.
Goosebumps form over goosebumps as I stare up with wide eyes.
“You fucked up, sweetheart,” a cruel voice whispers near the hand blocking my mouth.
A-Aiden?
I take a long breath through my nose. The male shower gel and his unique scent underneath assaults me.
It is Aiden.
His arm is taut as his free hand slams on the side of my face. His knees straddle my thighs.
He tied me.
Why the hell would he tie me? He never did that before.
Is this another sick game?
Game or not, he won’t get his way anymore.
Renowned energy pushes through my haze. I pull at the rope
s and buck off the bed.
He tightens his knees against my thighs, pinning me down. I wince, but I don’t stop.
I pull at the ropes and try to get my knee up to hit him in the balls.
He leaves no moving space as if he knew what I was planning.