Blakely’s POV
With a small groan, my head rolls to the side as I open my eyes from my position on the floor.
My back is against the wall, the thin blanket wrapped around me, covering the chains around my waist and feet.
It is hard to tell how long I have been here, chained to the floor, it feels like weeks, but it could just have been a few days.
My stomach growls angrily at me, but I refuse to eat the less than appealing food they give me. I try to go as long as I can without even drinking any water, but I have had to take a few sips each day.
I am constantly thirsty, constantly hungry. But I haven’t forgotten how I ended up here…drinking the wine that just appeared outside my room. The poisoned wine.
How could I have been so stupid?
The same, rough, mean looking, man that I do
