IRIS' POV

I'm still strapped to the chair. I feel weak and dehydrated, due to the fact that I haven't eaten and I'm thirsty. My face hurts from the slap I received from Erik when he came back and we exchanged some harsh words. I can still feel the dried blood on my lips.

I look blankly at the door when it opens, only to present Asher.

"Great. Another asshole." I mumble even with the rag in my mouth.

He gives me a creepy smile. "That's funny."

He steps closer and trails a finger on my arm. I curse inwardly as his finger makes contact with my bare skin. I...