Jessica's POV
After Bailey left me alone, I collapsed onto the narrow bed, my left wrist throbbing where the metal cuff had bitten into my skin for what felt like an eternity. The numbness was finally giving way to sharp, persistent pain.
This was my reality now. Extended captivity in this windowless room, dependent on a man who had torn me away from everything I knew.
How had I allowed myself to end up here? Maybe this was karma for all those nights I'd lost myself in alcohol and meaningless encounters. For letting my guard down with someone like Bailey when I should have known better.
