I was tied up, gagged, and blindfolded, the ropes biting into my wrists and ankles like iron vices, every muscle screaming from the struggle.
Muffled moans escaped through the sodden rag crammed deep in my mouth, the silver tape sealing it tight, pulling at the corners of my lips with every futile thrash.
Saliva pooled hot and thick, dribbling down my chin in sticky trails, my jaw aching from the relentless pressure.
Georgia hoisted me effortlessly onto her shoulders like a sack of defiance, her hands clamping my thighs with bruising force. The world tilted in blind darkness—her citrus scent overwhelming, mixed with the metallic tang of my own sweat.
What if I accept her deal? I am in a bad position... and I don't think anyone would rescue me soon. Besides, Georgia is beautiful.
