I quickly remove my dress, underwear, and bra, and then scoot onto the side of the bed, lying across it. Bringing my heels up on the edge, I spread my legs for him. He slaps my inner thigh, making me cry out, and I slam my shaking legs shut.
He grips my hands and brings them around my legs, securing my wrists with his belt, keeping them restrained behind my knees. My arms are pulled tight, and I rock back and forth to try to loosen the tension, but it’s no use.
Then I feel him step away. I lift my head off the bed to try to see what he’s up to, but my legs restrict my vision. “Colt.” I start to panic. Surely, he wouldn’t leave me here like this, would he? Of course, he would; he’s done worse. My head falls back onto the bed, my neck getting sore from holding itself up. “Colt?” I shout wh
