Back Up

[Atlas’ POV]

The feel of nails running along my skin rouses me from the darkness that I’m encompassed in, but something about them feels wrong. They’re much too sharp, and instead of feeling pleasant tingles from them, I feel nothing but disgust.

Grunting, I attempt to roll away from them, but find that my wrists and ankles are bound.

Prying open my eyes, I take in Tonia as she lays beside me with a look of contentment and pride on her face.

“Oh, did I wake you?” She giggles, continuing to let her fingertips caress my skin. “I wanted to let you sleep a bit longer, but when I see you without a shirt, I just can’t help myself.”

Without a shirt? What the fuck was this woman talking about?

Frowning, I tear my gaze away from Tonia and take in my naked torso. Further down, I can see my briefs, but they’re the only thing that I’m wearing.

“Where are my clothes?” I growl, attempting to move again, only to be reminded that I’m currently trapped. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

Was she reall