One word, "Not enough," kept Summer Thorne trapped for a solid three hours.
Titus Morgan's call came around six o'clock. Sunk deep in the sheets, Summer Thorne had just managed to reach for her phone when, a moment later, the man seized her wrist again.
The bed beneath her was still rocking rhythmically. Summer Thorne bit her lip and looked back at the man behind her.
She tried to say something, but in the next instant, her voice was once again completely swallowed up.
The phone, having fallen onto the bed, rang, fell silent, and rang again, its chimes eventually becoming the accompaniment.
Half an hour later, Summer Thorne finally got her phone back. Seeing the four or five missed calls, she couldn't help but look up and shoot a slight glare at the man who was just getting up.
As if sensing her gaze, Timothy York looked over. Summer Thorne quickly averted her eyes, took two deep breaths to steady herself, and only then called the number back.
