ch. 63 | TWISTED

Morning came easily, and I'm still sleeping soundly after last night. I feel my consciousness finally entering my body, making me groggily open my eyes. I raised my head and immediately felt a jolt of pain rush to all parts of my body, making me grunt and wince in pain.

"Fuck..." I cursed under my breath as I sprawl on the bed, waiting for at least a minute to cool down.

After resting, I looked around, expecting at least one of the men to be inside, but the room is empty.

"Oh..."

The atmosphere feels lonely and quiet. My body is still aching, and can barely move my joints. I felt a lack of assurance as my brows furrowed. My chest suddenly felt heavy, and felt my energy drop.

I sighed as I decided to sit up, feeling my legs ache as my knees bucked.

I groaned as I tried to get out of bed, but my legs were wobbly, forcing me to clutch to the side table as I struggled to walk to the bathroom door.

I faced the mirror, sight adjusting from the blinding sun rays from the bathroom's large wi