My eyes snapped open to reveal a dark room, my body is burning with need and thirst, and I’m panting heavily. I reached out around me, trying to find out where I was.
“Conner?” I mumbled. My throat was dry, too dry, and my clit throbbed so much it almost hurt. I squeezed my legs together to try to ease it and called Conner’s name a little louder, but the effort made me cough, muscles in my chest and shoulder tightening and spasming with pain as my memory caught up with me. “Oh yeah, I’ve been shot. Again.” I moaned as I tried to roll over. My wrists and ankles caught and refused to move, the sound of chains rattling confusing me for a moment. I yanked on them and realized something held me tight, chains clinking with each movement.
“Son of a b***h!” I growled as I realized they’d chained
