The slap kept on stinging as she watched the man give her a final look, his eyes moving up and down on her before he finally left.
The moment the door closed, a huge breath went out of her lungs that she had no idea she had been holding.
Her head hung down. Chloe was tired. She was drained of energy, dehydrated, and hungry. She was bound to the chair by ropes, her hands tied behind her back and her feet tied individually to each leg of the chair.
She had struggled when that man had touched her cheeks, and that struggle had burnt her skin against the ropes, making her feel how tightly they bound her.
If only she had a knife, Chloe could see herself getting out of this, but she did not, and that only made her head hang lower.
Where is Liam?
“Where are you, Liam?” She sniffed, whisperin
