Nala.
I was restless the rest of the morning. My entire body was craving something, and I was worried about my situation at the same time.
I felt like a prisoner.
It might not have been a cell like the one they put me in in WillowBridge, but it was still a prison.
I needed to make friends to find out what was happening so I could escape. But the bitches I saw when we arrived did not seem like they would be much help.
Xander and his friends could be screwing them for all I care. I didn't miss how the dark-haired one took off his jacket. She touched him, implying she had done more than that.
I hit the side of my head, knowing my thoughts were wandering into a dangerous zone. It wasn't my business how anyone touched Xander or if he was screwing them. My only business was leaving thi
