Sixteen.

(Alphonso's POV)

I had been having fun with Gemma. I had forgotten just how much fun, exciting, and adventurous she was in bed.

Having sex with her was exciting.

I was lying beside her, and she was resting on my chest. Asleep.

I usually go to sleep immediately after our lovemaking, but for some reason tonight I was unable to. I had an unsettling feeling inside me, as if a warning sign that something was wrong.

I hated myself for this, but for the first time since I came here, I thought about my wife and child back home. I had no way of communicating with them, and I was sure that Lily was worried sick about me.

I looked down at Gemma as I slowly slipped out of bed and went to sleep in a different room after I tied her hands on the bedpost.

I was woken the next day by Gemma screaming my name.

I sighed as I got out of bed and walked to her room.

“Would you be quiet?” I asked as I rubbed my eyes.

“What?!” She asked confused, “Why am I tied to the bed?”

“I gave you what you wanted, and no