Trigger: This chapter contains strong language and physical abuse. Breanna's POV It was dark, her head throbbed, her lips felt chapped and dry, Breanna winced slowly as her tongue slowly graced over it. The air was hot, her hair glued to her forehead, while her clothes were drenched in sweat. She couldn't see anything, no matter how hard she tried to squint, there was absolutely no light coming into the room. It felt like a box, a large box. She tried to move only to realize that her wrists and legs were bound to the iron chair she was siting on, painfully tight with ropes. Breanna jerked violently, refusing to believe that she was bound, her back felt sore and her butt was numb, her body ached all over. When her hands and feet wouldn't budge, she tried to remember how she got here, wherever here was, how she became tied up in a dark hot place, with no windows, no doors. She was driving home from Maxwell's place - crying, having witnessed his ex, suck him off, she was driving w
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