Chapter Sixty Two

Sienna

My wrists were cut and bleeding as the rope dug into my flesh. I breathed heavily as I felt sick, disoriented, and cold. The room was so cold that it was almost lulling me to sleep. But if I slept, I wouldn't wake up.

"Sienna?" Eric's deep voice called out as he shook his head.

I felt my heart drop in relief as I swallowed a hard gulp. "Eric, are you alright?" I asked in a whisper.

He opened his eyes wider and observed his surroundings. He also pulled at his ropes but he couldn't get them loose.

"Sienna, what is going o…" he started to ask, stopping when his eyes landed on me.

I could see something dark flash behind his eyes as he remained calm and controlled. "Where is that shithead?" he growled as he pulled harder at his bonds, not caring when the ropes cut through his skin.

I inhaled jaggedly, the air stale. "He is coming back soon," I muttered, feeling nauseous at the thought of what he would do to Eric.

He looked at me again. "I am sorry," he said, lowering his head.