POV: Zina
I woke up to the feeling of cold metal digging into my wrists. My head was pounding, and my vision was blurry. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming—or maybe I was dead. But then, reality hit me like a slap in the face.
I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't dead.
I was chained to a bed.
Panic surged through me as I tugged at the restraints, the chains rattling loudly in the quiet room. My wrists burned with every pull, and my breathing became shallow. It was only then that I realized I wasn't wearing any clothes.
Well, not exactly. I was in my underwear, and that was it.
Humiliation and fear washed over me, my skin crawling as I quickly looked around the room. The walls were dark, the windows covered with heavy curtains, and the only light came from a dim lamp in the corner.
And then I saw him.
Xaden.
