Warning this chapter contains graphic scenes involving torture and violence.
Amber came to, hands still tied behind her back and facedown on the floor. Each little movement caused her pain, her back felt like it was on fire. She moved her legs and realised that Henry must have ripped her pants off while she lay unconscious. She felt exposed and vulnerable, clad in only a pink lacy bra and matching underwear..Dread pooled in her stomach. Where was Henry?
It took some very painful manoeuvring, but Amber managed to get herself into a sitting position, wincing as her back made contact with the wall. She shivered from the chilly air and blinked her eyes rapidly, as it was dark and nighttime, making it hard for her eyes to adjust. She almost screamed when she saw Henry in a chair, facing her.
