Caroline's pov
“Peter!” I shouted again, yanking uselessly against the silk ties binding my wrists to the headboard. The fabric dug into my skin with every desperate pull, but it held firm. “Peter, come back here! You can’t do this to me!”
Silence answered me.
The guest room felt smaller, colder, and more suffocating with every passing minute. My arms ached from being stretched above my head.
The sting on my cheek had dulled into a throbbing reminder, but the humiliation burned hotter than ever. I twisted on the bed, trying to find any slack in the knots, but Peter had tied them too well.
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours.
Then I heard the soft click of the lock turning.
My heart leaped for a second, hoping it was Peter coming back to his senses. But when the door opened
