FALLON
A week later
The relentless chill of the handcuffs bites into my wrists. Bruises, deep blue and tender, mar my skin. The only times I’ve been free of the handcuffs are using the bathroom and the occasional shower breaks where I’ve managed to sneak my birth control. I’m hardly left alone even while showering as Milo showers with me. I cherish those moments because he treats me as if I am human. Leone is mostly cold toward me. Milo appears that way except when showering, not that he speaks to me; he hasn’t broken that rule, though, he doesn’t outright ignore me when we are alone.
“Stay still, Fallon,” Leone’s command.
Perched awkwardly on the bed, I shift, trying in vain to alleviate the relentless pressure on my raw wrists. The room seems to constrict around me, the silence oppre
