Chapter 71

Minutes, hours, days, weeks. How much time passes, she's not sure.

Ariadne slowly comes to, knowing immediately she's not in a spot where she'd fallen. Dark red drapes to her left, an ornate, golden door.

The Omega pulls herself up, lying on a large, king-sized bed, sheets of red satin and lace.

She's wearing different clothes, too, not the swat gear she'd fallen in. She's wearing a frilly, transparent nightgown and silk thigh highs socks.

It's all oddly familiar.

When Ariadne tries to get off, she finds one of her hands is handcuffed to the bedpost. She desperately wants to get out, though. She considers gnawing off her own limb to be a viable option. But why?

And then it hits her.

This is the same place where the six of them, Arthur, Arlo, Felix, Chester, Leonard, and Robin, had raped her.

This is the same bed. That's the same door. This is the room where it happened.

F*ck.

Ariadne yanks with all her might, but she can't get free. She can't be in this room again. She'd rath