KIKI (MIA)’S POV.
A spasm of pain jolts through my body as I struggle to open my eyes. The first thing I can figure out is the rope tied around my stomach. Fixing me to a spot on a vertical length rigid pipe that seems bolted tightly to the floor.
I let out a shaky breath as I sense the darkness and another involuntary whimper escapes my parted lips as the realization hits me that I am in the dark. Yanking myself against the rope to set myself free only hurts my exposed skin more.
The tattoo point hurts so bad that I can feel a bit of wetness sipping from it.
“Marlon.” I really wanted my voice to come out stronger.
“What is time?” His voice sends shivers down my spine.
Never get the wrong idea. Marlon’s voice doesn’t send the type of shiver that thrills.
I feel nauseated.
“Is it
