"What the f**k," I mutter as I open my eyes to a dimly lit room, all the corners hidden in shadows. Something is dried on my head, but as I go to lift my hand, I realize I'm chained, hands over my head, toes hardly touching the floor.
"Kinda hard to do anything in that position, huh?" a low feminine voice says from the shadows. "Your friend Faylinn could tell you all about it. She was chained just like that the night Devils Den took turns f*****g her until she couldn't move. If I remember correctly, she was a virgin up until that night."
"What the f**k do you want, Heather?" My words are sharp and full of venom.
She steps out of the shadows and into the dim light coming from above my head. In her hand, she twirls a long, thin blade. Swallowing the lump in my throat, my heart bea
