Anna lay sprawled on the bed, her wrists chafed and sore from the bindings, her breathing shallow but steady. Her entire body ached from hours of tension, and her mind raced with fury. The cabin walls closed in around her, suffocating her with a silence that amplified her frustration.
She was trapped, bound, and at the mercy of a man who seemed to have none. Jaden Blackwell. The man she had foolishly thought she could endure for the sake of her sister. How naive she'd been to think that signing a contract with him would mean anything less than surrendering her freedom.
The sound of heavy boots on the wooden porch made her heart lurch. The door creaked open, and Jaden strode in, his presence filling the room like a thunderstorm about to break. He held a bottle of water in one hand and a cold, detached expression on his face.
“You need to drink,” he said flatly, placing the bottle on the nightstand.