2. Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Iopened my eyes, blinking at the sight of the stone cell, a concrete box with no way out. No windows. Nothing but a dust-filled vent that made the air in here minimal and hard to breathe after a few hours.
A woman’s delicate frame rested against my shoulder. Her hand, tightly clutching to one of mine, pulled the chain around my wrist to an uncomfortable position.
She was cold, trembling in her sleep and looking to be having some kind of nightmare. Her free hand was wrapped around herself, locked tight to her skin, and I couldn’t tell if it was to keep herself warm or to hide the fact that she was naked.
Her swollen lips and the stickiness inside my underwear hinted at what had happened.
I looked down over myself, eyes scanning my zipper and the undone button. My shirt was tucked into my boxers, the waistband stained by my cum, no doubt.
I wouldn’t judge her for what she had done to me.
I wouldn’t judge the maniac who locked us both in here. He had his reasons. As fucked up as they were.