Betrayed—she was utterly, soul-shatteringly betrayed, her heart a blazing inferno of hatred and despair as her golden eyes fluttered open, heavy with the haze of forced slumber.
She was feeling something... something she shouldn't feel. A bit of arousal.
She twisted in the suffocating darkness, the air thick and cloying with the scent of fresh linens mixed with her own musky arousal, born from the tight confines that pressed against her sensitive skin.
Crammed into this cramped space—a wardrobe, perhaps?—her body screamed in protest, every inch bound in rough, biting ropes that dug into her flesh like lover's claws, her wrists twisted behind her back, ankles splayed wide, forcing her thighs apart in a vulnerable spread that made her pussy throb against the cool wood beneath her, her juices already trickling in unwanted betrayal of her body's heat.
