Electra's Pov
I was furious. Not just irritated or annoyed—no, this was an all-consuming, bone-deep kind of rage that made me want to scream until my lungs gave out.
It made me want to destroy something, to break someone, smash their skulls, gouge out their eyes, beat the living daylight out of them.
All in all, I just wanted to make someone pay, but no matter how much fury coursed through me, I couldn't do anything about it. Not with this damned handcuff chaining me to the rail. Not with my body trembling in the cold, left in nothing but my bra and panties.
I yanked at the handcuff again, the sharp bite of the metal digging into my skin only adding to my frustration. The stupid thing wouldn't budge, and I hated how pathetic I must have looked, struggling like an animal caught in a trap.
This wasn't me. This couldn't be me. I wasn't the type to be humiliated, to be reduced to this.
And yet, here I was.
