Chapter 12

I waited for someone, anyone, Dane to bring me water. My wrists and ankles burned with pain inside the tight leather cuffs. My thighs stung. How long before I passed out again? How long could I live without water? Three days? Four days? I wasn’t sure.

When was Dane coming? Where was he? What the hell had happened between us? How did I end up tied to his bed, without water? I didn’t know and I asked myself, “What’s happening? How have I gotten myself into this?” And, “How am I going to get myself out of it?”

I was hungry. My stomach rumbled and my head ached because I needed food. My head was spinning and my vision blurred. How long had I been without food? Where was Dane? In those pictures I discovered…is this what he did to those boys? Was this his game?