My eyes glanced over at the table full of the different tools for restraint. In the end, I didn’t tie myself up and Hayden wasn’t even bothered to tie me up. It wasn’t like I could escape from this room anyways and perhaps; I didn’t even want to escape.
‘Stay here. When everything is over, you can leave,’
Hayden’s words came back to haunt me, and my mind couldn’t get his emotionless face out of my mind. I sighed for the hundredth time that day as I tossed and turned on the soft king-sized bed. What is he thinking? How can he tell me that I could leave like it didn’t matter anymore? Is he really fine with me leaving?
