HELENA REED POV

My body ached like one giant bruise.

I pushed the door open slowly, rested my head on the cold metal for a second, and then stepped inside.

Every step I took sent a dull ache through my muscles, and for a brief moment, I feared I would pass out.

God.

Damon was an animal.

He had gone at it all night until I passed out—and judging by the soreness between my thighs, he hadn't stopped even then.

I rubbed a hand over my face, then groaned as I glimpsed my bruised wrists.

For the love of God!

"How the hell am I supposed to hide all this...