Trina's Point of view

In the meanwhile, I was still in his room, bound and gagged with a knife poised at my throat. I'm not sure how it happened that I found myself resting on the comfortable bed, blinded, with a round object on my lips, unable to speak. Handcuffs were placed around my wrists, and my ankles were fastened with a strong rope, which caused my legs to split.

In part because I was no longer covered by a blanket, the cool breeze from the air danced with my skin, making my nipples with the nipple clamp seem rigid. My hand will not let go of its hold. To...