Chapter 63

• Elsa
• I am woken by the sun shining through the window. My head is heavy and throbbing with pain, but it isn’t my biggest problem—I can't feel my hands. What the hell is happening? I think, my eyes shooting sideways, taking in the straps tying me down. I jerk my hands, but the sound of metal scraping against wood nearly makes my brain burst. I wail silently and take a look around. There is nobody there. I am clearly in Marcello's room. I try remembering what happened last night, but the only thing I can recall is my pole dance. I groan, thinking about all the things that must have happened when we got back—Marcello must have been so infuriated.
• Did he do it to me? How else would I have ended up like this? Now the only thing I can do was die of shame and hangover. A few more minutes of self-pity, and I started to think more logically. I fiddle with the locks with the tips of my fingers, but whoever designed my trap made sure that freeing myself on my own was practically impossible.