Chapter 61

Sienna

I woke up groggily. My eyes felt heavy as I tried to blink. I coughed a couple of times, and my lungs felt like they were on fire. My throat was dry, and my body ached. I shivered involuntarily as the cold seeped its way into my skin. I held in the tears that wanted to fall so desperately. 

I couldn't move, as I had been tied down to a metal chair. The rope on my arms had almost cut into my flesh, making my skin look red and angry. But I wasn't scared as my father had brought me up to be used to torture and violence.

Where the fuck am I? I asked myself as I looked around the bleak, moldy smelling room and saw Eric tied up on a chair a few feet away from me. He was unconscious, and his head hung low. The side of his forehead was stained with dried blood and the ropes on his arms were so tightly bound that they made his usually tan skin a pale white.

"Eric?" I whispered in hopes that he would magically wake up. In hopes that he was