Chapter 21

**TW: sexual abuse

Maia POV

Somehow I had thought that this place would have simply been swallowed up by time, ceasing to exist in all realms except my memory, however as I looked around at the plywood walls and stained, crusty carpet that sat beneath the fold-out bed I was currently chained to, I realised it had been wishful thinking.

Wes’ trailer looked almost exactly as it had when I left, only covered in an added layer of grime and filth that seemed to indicate that he, or at least someone, was still living in it. I waited for my heart rate to spike, for the anxiety to creep into my gut at the thought of seeing him again, but surprisingly, it never did. Instead, a feeling of anticipation washed over me, an eagerness for conflict that was completely foreign yet oddly exhilarating.

“Home, sweet home.” I murmured to myself as I inspected the silver cuffs restraining me to the bed. As expected, they looked impossible to break and each one needed it’s own unique key. On the plus sid