Homecoming

Paige

“Stop crying,” the bastard snapped. “Or I’ll give you something to really cry about.”

A whip cracked through the freezing air, and just before it was about to land on my naked skin, I woke up.

The world of the dream melted away even with my eyes still closed. A soft blanket was wrapped over my legs, and a pillow was warm and soft under my cheek. I would probably have to be up for work in a few minutes, but first, I had to figure out where that wonderful smell of cinnamon was coming from.

Wait. Cinnamon?

I opened my eyes, and everything came rushing back to me. I didn’t have a job anymore. I’d spent the last five months in captivity. That dream had been a memory. And I’d fallen asleep on the shoulder of the bastard who’d most recently bought me.

I shot up and rubbed my cheek. The bumpy weave of his polo indented my skin, a sure sign I’d been asleep for a while. Hopefully, that would cover the heat rising to my cheeks. Shame was a four-letter word to me now, but I still felt stupi