~Harlow~
This is torture. Minutes tick by, then an hour. My hips hurt from the awkward position I find myself in. My shoulders and wrists ache, and it is getting swelteringly hot in here. I shift uncomfortably, and Leon groans.
"Zara, please, don't move. You're making it worse," he groans lewdly before releasing a savage growl.
"Can't you mind-link him?" f**k, I would beg, plead, and kiss his f*****g feet if he would just undo the restraints. I’m feeling claustrophobic, and panic is beginning to make my heart race.
"He is blocking the mind-link, and I think they left the house," Leon moans as I writhe, trying to turn slightly so I don't have to crane my neck to look over at him. He sighs when I manage to shift enough that he isn't given such an ungodly view of me.
"Did he turn the A/C
