Candace
My head felt heavy.
I lay on the cold floor beside the bed, staring up at the ceiling of my room. The chandelier above me blurred in and out of focus as tears stung the corners of my eyes.
I was so exhausted that I couldn't even blink them away. My eyes filled up, and the hot tears slid down my cheeks.
Rays of sunlight poured in through the thick curtains, casting long golden slashes across the marble floor like bars on a cage which was quite fitting because that was exactly how I felt now. Caged and losing my mind.
I couldn't move. I could hardly breathe.
Every time I closed my eyes, the images from last night slammed back into me, viciously and so clear, it felt like I was constantly trapped in that moment as it replayed over and over in my head.
My wrists stung, and I could still feel the leather cuffs biting into my wrists and ankles as I fought desperately to get away from them, to block out the filthy sounds of their bodies claiming Deidre inches away from me.
