VIOLET
Idon’t know what wakes me up. A noise? A sensation?
My eyes open in the darkness, and I blink a few times to try and see more clearly. All around me are the faint snores of the other girls. A sliver of moonlight streams in around the edges of the blinds.
I open my mouth, then realize there’s something covering my lips.
What the f**k?
I touch the slightly bumpy texture of tape over my mouth, and then the shadow descends. My hands are yanked over my head and connected to something. There’s a soft click, and cold metal closes around my wrists.
Fear twists through me.
The shadow returns, and it takes precious seconds to realize it’s Greyson.
His face is a mask of ice.
Duct tape.
Handcuffs.
I wriggle, trying to move my body up so my arms aren’t useless, but he ignores it and y
