Welcome To Your New Cage (2)

Millia's POV

The penthouse was supposed to be safe because Damien’s fortress was made of glass and steel. But safety was an illusion when you belonged to a man like him.

I woke to rough hands dragging me from the bed. A cloth was pressed over my mouth, the sharp sting of chloroform burning my lungs. I fought, clawing and kicking, but darkness swallowed me before I could scream Damien’s name.

When I came to, I was tied to a metal chair in a dimly lit warehouse, my wrists raw from the ropes. My silk nightgown clung to my sweat-damp skin and across from...