Chapter 11
Jessica
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I stared blindly at a picture of an eagle on the wall, my wrists burning from the twine holding me to the bed. I’d tried struggling when they’d first tied me up, but soon realized that it was fruitless. My only consolation was that I’d been locked inside the bedroom, alone. Reaper hadn’t even made an appearance. Not yet, anyway.
Rock music and laughter in other parts of the cabin made me want to vomit. Here I was, being held prisoner, while men and women drank and partied in the next room. They didn’t give a s**t about me. In fact, when I’d been escorted through the house, some of them had even cheered, as if I was some kind of prize. If that wasn’t bad enough, a couple of the men asked if they could get a turn screwing me. In response, Reaper had told them
