Bound

Phoebe’s POV

I knelt there, trying to keep my breathing steady, but fear surged through me as I stared at the cold expression on Antonio’s face.

His anger felt different this time. It was colder and more intense, and I could tell that a few spankings wouldn't be enough to please him. What was he planning to do?

I lowered my head, bracing myself for whatever was coming. I had learned to endure Antonio’s punishments before. I could do it again. It was what I had to do for now.

He moved toward the drawer—the one that was always locked. My heart skipped a beat. He pulled it open, and when I saw what he took out, my blood ran cold.

A thick gold chain. But not just any chain. It looked like a collar, something you’d put on a dog. My stomach twisted in knots as he walked toward me, holding it up like it was something precious. He didn’t say a word at first, just stared at me as he dangled it in front of my eyes.

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