Chapter 11

Faith’s POV

And this jerk was still staring at my body. His eyes were full of lust. I felt ashamed. I squeezed my thighs together and covered my breast with my uncuffed hand.

“What? Don’t look at me like that,” I told him. He pulled my hand.

“Hold on to it.” He took my hand to the towel rack, where I was handcuffed. He took a clothespin from the sink that I had left earlier and then grabbed my hair.

I wanted to laugh because even though he didn’t know how to put my hair in a ponytail, he did everything to do it. I even heard him swear, so I really laughed.

“What’s funny?” he asked me, annoyed.

“I could have helped you with a ponytail, but I’m stuck. I hope you realize you’re making it difficult yourself.”

“I can do that. Just shut up!”

I just shook my head while holding back laughter.

“Finally!” I heard him say. He pulled back a little and looked at me, proud of his accomplishment.

“What’s next?” I asked.