Trigger warning! (Attempted S.A)
My wrists were raw from the chains.
The floor beneath me was hard and cold. My body ached—my head throbbed from whatever drug they'd used to knock me out. It took everything just to open my eyes, to lift my head. My vision swam, but then I heard it.
I heard it before I saw her.
Click. Click. Click.
The sound of heels. Slow. Purposeful. Like a metronome counting down to something dreadful.
Then came the laugh—low, smooth, feminine. My stomach turned.
Someone was enjoying this.
A tall silhouette appeared in the doorway, bathed in the weak, flickering light of the bulb overhead. I could make out the outline of long legs, a fitted dress, cascading burgundy hair. She stepped forward slowly, hips swaying like she was walking a runway. Her perfume hit the air like poison—familiar and sharp.
And then I saw her face.
My heart dropped.
"…Mia."
