I can taste rust on my tongue so I know I was bleeding from either my nose or my lip. My shirt is sticky and wet. My arms are rubbing against the wood floor, so I know my hoodie was removed. I don’t feel the scratchiness of the floor on my legs so my jeans must still be intact and on. I try to see where I am, even though I know I’m in the godforsaken shack, but my head swims and black spots start dancing across my vision. Awesome. I lay my head back down and try to move my wrist when the rope slices into my skin. I bite my tongue to suppress my cry. I can’t believe I’m tied up. Actually I can believe it. Timo has always been an ass but I never imagined him taking it this far. I hear movement at my back and I try and scoot out of the way when more pain sears its way through my body. “You might as well stop trying to get free, Nevaeh. You’re mine. Don’t you understand that, baby?” He slurs. Great I’m dealing with a drunken Timo, his short temper has just become ten times shorter.
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