NYX – POV
Something warm… firm… wrong.
A hand—coarse and greedy—cupped my breast, squeezing it like it had every right to. I felt it. I jerked awake. My eyes snapped open even though darkness was always my world. My heart raced.gasping sharply, my breath catching in my throat.
“Who—who are you?!” I shouted, my voice shaky but loud, raw and panicked.
No answer.
Instead, another hand joined the first, sliding over to my other breast, groping me like I wasn’t human—like I was some toy.
I twisted, straining against the ropes that held my wrists above my head, but the binds only burned tighter. My feet kicked helplessly, barely touching the cold floor beneath me.
“I said, who are you?!” My voice cracked this time.
Still nothing. Only silence and those cursed hands.
“It’s me, Bunchy,” t
