“Mmh…” a moan escapes my lips as an aching pain surges through my body.
As I slowly gain consciousness, my eyes flutter open to a blinding light.
I glance to my sides—I’m the only one lying on the king-sized bed, tangled in soft sheets. The vast, luxurious room is empty, no one in sight.
I scan for a clock and find it. The time reading 6:30 a.m.
But the last time I can recall, it was 8:13 p.m.
I can’t recall a single thing—literally nothing from that time. My mind is a void. There’s nothing—no memory, no sensation—just an empty space where hours should have been.
But then, one sentence drifts back from the fog of blurry memories.
"Your body belongs to me." Lennox’s words creeps in, his voice sounding very clear and chilling, as if he was right behind me.
It worked, Ryan’s pi
