Simone
When I opened my eyes, everything was different. It was the same room, I was sure, but Nick was no longer in a chair. Instead, he was handcuffed to a bed. I pulled against my own bindings and felt cold metal rather than itchy rope.
The b***h had handcuffed us both.
Speaking of, she was laying in the bed next to Nick, wearing a sheer nightie and little else. I wanted to kill her.
“Don't touch him," I managed weakly.
My body was so exhausted, despite the fact that I'd just woken up. I hadn't had anything to eat or drink since I got here. I had no idea what day it was even.
Crystal turned slowly to give me a wicked grin.
“Oh, Simone," she said. “I'm a lot of things, but I would never take advantage of someone sleeping. I'm not a total w***e like you."
“For f*ck's sake, Crystal,
