Miranda’s POV
I knew that this was going to happen. And I had wished for this to happen. This was the name of the place that I had heard, so coming here every day to the nearby coffee shop was bound to trigger off alarm inside the walls of this club. I wanted to keep it subtle so that no one would know that I had actually wanted for this to happen.
I'm so cold. It's so noisy in here. There are men...many men all talking at once. I don't know any of these men. At least I don't think I do. I'm blindfolded you see, so I can't really see any of the men or how many there actually are. How did I get here; naked, bound, and gagged?
Next thing I know, I wake up in the middle of a cold dark room. My hands are tied to a hook hanging from the ceiling. My legs are spread about two feet with a
