Hannah’s POV:
Holy. s**t.
The thought of dungeons popped into my head, but who could blame me? This room was...holy s**t.
There was soft, muted light around the whole room, reinforcing that whole 'dungeon' feel - oh, and there was the whole whips and chains and other strange and painful looking equipment thing going on.
Holy. s**t.
Figures, the one guy who I've actually felt some weird attraction to since Dylan ends up being...
"What is all this?" I asked, stepping further into the room to see a giant four poster bed with red silk sheets - speaking of red, it was like that was a popular color in here.
I remembered Tricia telling me red was my color, and blushed. Now was not the time to be thinking about that.
"My Playroom." he said.
I turned and saw that he was standing just insid
