Chapter 27

Sienna

My heavy eyelids slowly fluttered open and I shook the drowsiness away from my head. I composed myself and scanned my surroundings. I could see that I was in a small room which was blacked out. A door was in front of me and a single lightbulb swung gently overhead.

It looked just like the stereotypical bad guy torture room. As I looked down at my arms, I saw that thick ropes were tying me down to a chair. Very sloppily, I might add as my wrists could turn one hundred and eighty degrees with little to no problem. I would definitely use that to my advantage.

My neck still stung from whatever was in that needle and my body felt disgusting. How could I let him touch me? Speaking of that bastard, where was he even?

Suddenly, the door flung open, revealing the bastard himself. He smirked evilly as he looked me up and down again. I stared him down. What a fucking ridiculously oversized suit he had on. He was wealthy yet tasteless. What a comp