Chapter 72

It took about an hour before Damien finally returns to the room, he goes straight to the table, picks up a key and walks over to me, undoing the handcuffs. I flexed my arms immediately, rubbing my palm over my wrists as the numbness began to disappear very slowly. There were red marks around my wrists, probably from pulling my hands too much trying to release myself.

Damien crouched down before me, kneeling on one knee and gently held my right hand, massaging the wrists carefully. He was being affectionate even though he was the one who caused it, I looked away feeling slightly annoyed.

"You mad at me?" He asked with a glance at me, before looking back at my wrist. I don't reply, taking my gaze around the room, looking for something else to focus on and not his face. When I didn't reply, he moved on to my left wrist repeating the process again. "You made me do that, you know?"

"You did not have to cuff me to the bed. It's disrespectful." His eyes widened when I replied but he shrugged