Olivia
A cold splash of water wakes me with a shock. My eyes open and the first thing I see is Shane standing above me. I start to choke as a downpour covers my face. He’s holding an empty bucket over me with a smirk on his face.
“You sick f-” before I can finish the bucket crashes with the side of my head and clatters to the floor. I’m too stunned to say anything and his hand smacks across my cheek slamming me against the steel table. A look of rage replaces the smirk and I feel my hair stand on end.
“I don’t think,” a warm hand reaches out and grips my hair, “that you fully grasp the situation you are in.” Pulling my hair up, Shane’s eyes drift down my face to my lips, and I watch as his eyes dip lower.
“You belong to me now,” he growls as he leans down. His nose glides up the side of my face, “So. Don’t. piss. me. off.” Shane shoves my head down and the floor is pulled out from underneath my feet as I fall into darkness.
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