CHAPTER 174

Katherine’s head lolled forward and her hair clung to the sweat and dried blood on her face. It had been two days since she was stuck to this darn chair.

Her wrists ached from trying to free them, but all she got in return were strains, pain, and bruises.

Only Don came in to inject her and feed her like a pitiful infant. With hands so useless, all she could do was take from him or she would starve. 

So when the door was pushed open, the third time that day, her chin lifted slowly.

She smiled.

Riley stepped in, closing the door quietly behind her. She had...