POV: Zina
My wrists were burning from struggling against the ropes. Every tug only made the bindings dig deeper into my skin, but I couldn't stop trying. I wasn't just tied to this bed; I was trapped in Xaden's twisted game, and I had no idea how to escape.
The dim room smelled like damp wood and fear. My heart raced as I stared at the ceiling, my mind spinning with desperate thoughts. Suddenly, the sound of the door creaking open made my body freeze.
He was here.
Xaden stepped in, his silhouette dark against the dim hallway light behind him. His smirk was as smug as ever, his eyes gleaming with that sinister confidence that always made my stomach churn.
"Well, well," he said, closing the door behind him. "You've been busy, haven't you?"
"Let me go," I spat, my voice sharp despite the fear twisting in my gut.
Xaden chuckled, walking over to the bed. "And miss all the fun? I don't think so."
