Helanie:
"Fucking untie me! You can't force me to stop seeing your husband. If he wants me, he wants me," Lucy screamed, sounding oblivious.
We had tied Lucy to a bed in an all-white bedroom. There were only beds in the room, with plain white sheets. I stood at the edge of her feet, next to the bed, arms crossed over my chest.
"Do you seriously think that's why you're tied here? That I'm going to ask you to stop flirting with my husband?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
She looked angry and confused, but more like someone afraid of their secret being revealed.
"Then why have you tied me up here? Are you going to kill me? Is that what you've resorted to, Miss Helanie Niles?" she screamed, deliberately saying the name I no longer wanted associated with me.
