Chapter Ten

Emma

As I opened my eyes and the feel of soft sheets caressed my skin, I was met with darkness. For a second, I imagined I was home in my apartment in Pittsburgh. That second quickly faded as memories from an unbelievable night rushed back. It was as if a dam broke within me, drowning my thoughts in difficult-to-believe recollections. My heart beat faster; my breathing quickened. Blinking through the darkness, I recalled Everett Ramses, the reason I wasn’t at my home. I saw his dark stare, recalled the sensation of his hands at my throat, his promise of death at his hands. My body battled as other sensations returned, how in an incredibly short time, he’d found a way to also bring me pleasure.