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Angelina slowly opened her eyes, she felt a sharp pain around her wrist when she tried to pull her hands down from the air. She began struggling to loose free when she spotted a figure sitting opposite her. Her vision were blurry so she blocked twice just to see clearly.

When she have finally regain her vision, she saw Conner, seating on a swivel chair. His jaw was clench while he grin angrily at her when their eyes met. The vein in his neck were popping out and it was obvious to her that he was angry. She took courage to look at him as she struggles to free herself from whatsoever is holding her.

Angelina was laying on his bed naked, her hands were handcuff, the long chain holding her hands in the air was pinned to the window. She whimpered in pain when she sat up and the handcuff pierced her wrist. She back against the wall so she could clearly see Conner, seating opposite her.

She recalled what happened earlier but didn’t realize how she ended up here, in his room. The cold bre