Willow's Point of View
My legs were sore. I couldn't even move because of what Conrad had done last night. My head was hurt as well, not to mention the coldness that was touching my skin.
A small groan came from my lips when I tried to move and take off the comforter yet the more I moved my hips up and sideways, the sudden outburst of my inner thigh started to scream in a way I couldn't stop.
A sudden realization hit through me. I could imagine what just occurred. Did I just fell into his trap?
"What have you done, Willow?" I muttered in a low baritone voice, as I tried to move again yet a couple of groans came out from my lips.
Conrad wasn't beside me when I woke up. He was nowhere to be found and immediately found a way to dress up already by almost standing when I saw him enter
