12-Brooklyn POV
**TRIGGER WARNING: unpleasant s****l abuse, drugging of a party without their consent, emotional distress. Read at your own risk.**
The lack of food was driving me crazy, my body hurt and I needed to rest. It was close to midnight and Stone hadn't delivered on his promise to tell me where I came home. I took the liberty of having a bath, solo, fortunately, to rest my weary bones before laying in the bed. As much as I didn't want to share a bed with this filth, I had to admit, it was very soft, the pillows cradled my head perfectly and the memory foam held my body just right. I fell asleep before the clock chimed 12:00.
Unfortunately, Alpha Stone woke me up with the birds, though I should be grateful he even let me sleep knowing how much he enjoyed torturing me for fun.
