Chapter Ten
Hannah woke to the familiar sounds and smells of morning. Birds in the air outside. Bacon frying. But what was so pleasant gave way to the sour taste in her mouth, and an empty stomach. Hunger. Thirst. And something else—
Something dreadfully wrong.
She might have finally come to understood her plight without opening her eyes, but the sudden fear made her lids pop open and she immediately discovered the truth of why her wrists burned and she could barely move.
She was bound to a bed. The shackles that were now welded to her body had been tethered to the brass rails above her head and at her feet. Though she barely remembered the night before, she remembered the betrayal, the final truth, the thought that lingered in her dreams all night long.
Betrayal…adultery…licentiou
