Chapter Fourteen
Ana
My body felt as if it was on fire.
The pain in my back, where the whip had torn my skin, was now a dull, throbbing heat that radiated through my entire being. My knees were stiff and crusted with dried blood from the broken glass.
It had been a day. A whole, long, agonizing day since I was taken from the party.
I had waited for the sound of sirens, for the howl of a pack on the hunt, or for the door to burst open with Desmond standing there to save me. But none of that happened.
Desmond did not call. He did not come. He didn't even seem to care that I was gone. He had left me here to rot and suffer in the hands of a monster, convinced that I was just playing another game to get his attention.
I slowly lifted my head, my neck feeling weak and heavy. I stared into
