HIS EX-LUNA HAS A SON
I was hanging, naked as the day I was born, in some kind of creepy underground dungeon.
My tits were practically slapping me in the face, on full display for anyone who cared to look, and the air was freezing, raising goosebumps all over my skin.
The room was underground, that much was clear, with stone walls covered in dust and dirt. The only light came from a disgusting red bulb above, illuminating the place like another hellfire.
Where the hell was Flynn? Why had he left me here, strung up like a goddamn Christmas decoration? Was this his idea of revenge?