Mindy dangled there, all alone, shivering in the coolness as nightfall approached. The guards had taken turns at taunting her, but even now, they had grown tired and merely watched over her, bored. Her back was cramping, as were her arms. She'd been left in the same position for several hours now and offered no relief. She closed her eyes in resignation, aware that she might be spending the entire night in this way. It wouldn't be the first time.
Scars littered her back, her legs and even across her stomach from Alpha Logan's previous punishments. She felt sick, her stomach churning and growling with hunger, not that she'd be able to bring herself to eat anything, even if she was freed from her restraints. How could Crystal and the Alpha accuse her of killing their baby? The miscarriage
