Pain. That was the first thing I felt.
My head felt like it was going to explode. It wasn't just a headache; it felt like a giant drum was being beaten right inside my skull.
I tried to swallow, but my mouth was as dry as sand. I squeezed my eyes shut tight. The morning sun was pouring through the big glass windows of the penthouse suite. It was too bright. It felt like the light was burning my skin.
I wanted to move, to find water, to find a dark hole to hide in. But I couldn't move.
There was a heavy weight pressing down on my stomach.
I froze. My heart started to beat faster than the drum in my head. I knew that weight. It was an arm. A heavy, strong, muscular arm.
Slowly, terrifyingly, the memories of the night before started to come back. They were blurry, like looking through
