Chapter 8: Monster
I woke up feeling groggy and lightheaded. The room was dimly lit, spinning. I didn’t know where I was. A bedroom? A hotel room? The smell was obnoxious: lemon with a mix of mustard. My wrists were locked in wide leather straps, tied to the wrought-iron headboard behind me. My legs were spread, my ankles in leather straps and tied to the metal footboard.
How long had I been out? How long was I in that bedroom, chained to the bed?
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That bedroom. Do I remember it? Of course. It was his bedroom, the same we took our siestas in. The queen-size bed, big enough for two. The familiar walnut dresser. Ocean-blue walls. I realized the paint was peeling. There was the empty closet, its walnut door ajar. The small writing desk and its spindly chair. The reading chair. I
