SARAH
I am enraged, and my continuous breaths—in and out—no matter how many times I try to do it doesn’t seem to help. They really kept me in here to punish me for flirting with the pilot, and with my hands tied above my head?
My shoulders become numb at some point, I can barely feel them there anymore. I’ve tried to sleep countless times, only to end up waking up in less than ten minutes, not that I could count anyways.
At some point, the door opens. I try to jerk up as much as my hand would allow me, closing my legs immediately.
I look up to see a hostess dragging my luggage into the room. Her cheeks are tomato red when she sees me, titties out, hair a mess, dried c*m all over my face, and my hands bound.
She clears her throat.
And I just want to crawl into some hole and die.
