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Then nothing.
I frowned, willing my brain to remember more, but I couldn’t reach any more memories. Did Alexander and I go to a bar? A coffee shop, maybe? What did he say?
Fuck! Where am I?
I tugged my arms forward, hearing a clang of metal on metal, my stomach sinking with realisation. My hands were handcuffed to metal, and I was lying on something soft.
Oh my god. I’m on a mattress.
I wiggled my toes, relief sweeping through me when they moved under instruction. I rotated my ankles next, and they, too, felt too far away from one another. I tried to move them toward one another, but something dug into my ankles, holding them in place.
Rope?
I tried to open my eyes, positive now that I was tied to a bed like a sex slave.
Don’t think that. Remain calm.
My eyes opened slightly, but I still couldn’t see properly. Licking my dry lips, I lifted my head, but the pain that shot through it had me resting it back against the mattress beneath it. Springs creaked with my movement.
I’m definitely on a bed.
What’s happened to me?
My shoulders ached, telling me I’d been in this position a while. I tried to roll them around, but the cramp overtook my arms, and I cried out. Then I heard a door open, and my heart screamed to a stop in my chest.
“Hey, sleepy head.”
Oh my god, it was Alexander. That sick fuck has me tied to a bed! I stiffened at his voice, turning my head to figure out where it came from.
“Alexander,” I rasped, my lip quivering. “What’s going on?”
The back of my head was lifted, and a cup was held to my lips. My head throbbed with pain, but I drank; I didn’t care what was in it; I drank like I was dying of dehydration.
Water.
“You’re in my bed,” AJ said calmly. “You’ve got a hangover.”
Hangover?I didn’t drink anything!
“My arms,” I mumbled, rolling my head to the side as I tried to see. “Can’t move my arms.”
“No, don’t try to. You need to rest.”
The panic was real now.
“Alex—”
“Lizzie, stop talking. You won’t get out of this alive if you keep talking.”
I freeze at his words, my stomach plummeting.
Alive?
“Good girl. Such a good submissive,” Alexander whispered, stroking my thigh. “So accommodating, too.”
What the hell does that mean?
“The things we did together — I’m impressed.”
