Lily sat in the plush bed, her mind reeling as she took in her surroundings. The nanny had just removed the IV tube from her arm. Ethan, she thought bitterly, grinding her teeth. That fickle, heartless man!
"I'm not disabled yet," Lily snapped, pushing away the nanny's helping hand. Instantly regretting her sharp tone, she forced a smile. "I don't need help, thank you."
In the bathroom mirror, Lily surveyed her haggard reflection, the fresh kiss marks on her neck and chest a stark reminder of Ethan's brutal passion. Beast, she seethed inwardly. I won't let him cage me like this. I won't surrender so easily.
Hunger gnawed at Lily's stomach as she searched the immaculate room for food, finding only the apple the nanny had cut earlier. Flipping through TV channels, she stumbled upon a romantic contraceptive ad, panic seizing her. My bag! I didn't take the pill after last night!
