Ricardo hissed as his fingers came into contact with the silver cuffs for the second time in the span of four hours. It was almost humorous to think that a man who only wanted to use me as a s*x toy was willing to go through pain to get to me.
I made sure that I kept myself as limp as a soggy spaghetti noodle as he freed my wrists from the cuffs. I allowed my body to smack against the floor, letting out a low moan as the cold concrete came into contact with my cheek. As uncomfortable and insecure as I felt, my will to survive surpassed all of these emotions. I had to look as if I was nothing but a breathing limp mess until I could strike when he was most indefensible. That was the plan.
I allowed my eyes to roll back into my head as I moaned on the floor. I had to give the illusion that
