MIRA
I open my eyes and feel the worst headache ever. I really want to scratch my forehead but soon come to the conclusion that I can’t!
“What the chaos?” I groan, pulling my hands only to realize that they are both tied at the top of my head.
“Finally”, I hear a familiar voice and shrug, trying to look where he is.
“Where am I?” I ask, feeling how dry my throat is.
“In your future bedroom,” Dargen smirks, sitting on the edge of the bed I am lying in. He observes me like I am some kind of a pet who does something adorable. His hand softly brushes over my cheek, taking away a lock of hair off my face. My whole body tenses.
“Why did you tie me up?” I ask as if it is a completely normal conversation.
“Because you need to learn to hold your hands to yourself”, he sneers and
