“Hey sexy, open that beautiful eyes of yours.” a voice says

My eye sight is still very much foggy as I can only make out the dark outline of a shoe.

My jaw is soon pulled to see the face of a hefty man, with variety of designed inks on his arms and face.

“Yesss... that's it, pretty.” He smiles, caressing my cheeks.

“Why am I here? Where is Blacktooth? Where is Mr. Wicker? Let me go this instant.” I panic, trying to remove my hands from whatever was holding it behind.

I frantically look to my surroundings; I am being held bound in a big room filled with female...