CHAPTER FIFTEEN
FAITH’S POV
My eyes fluttered open, a groan leaving my lips as I attempted to sit up. Every muscle in my body felt cramped up and stretching didn’t help. I scanned the vicinity of the very spacious room, from the grey walls down to the marble floor. Nothing in this room screamed familiarity and the first wave of panic hit me hard as I stepped off the bed, only for me to gasp lightly in pain. The rush of what happened hit me, my eyes widening as my heart picked up speed. Was I dead already? Not possible when I could feel every inch of me. I looked down and realized I was only dressed in a strange V-necked shirt that barely crossed my mid-thighs. The musky scent radiating from the shirt was hypnotizing in a way and I had the urge to bury my face in it, but I was not going
