Jenny's heart skipped a beat when she felt the zipper of the bag open. She braced herself for the worst; however, when she didn't hear or feel any touch, she opened her eyes. Trying her best, considering her tied hands, she somehow managed to peek outside the bag.
The gentle hum of the air-conditioner was the only sound that reverberated in the room. The sweat glistened on her skin, and it chilled when the cool air of the AC fell on her face; however, goosebumps formed on her skin when she heard the person's voice.
"So tell me, would you become a whore or my personal plaything?" Liam's voice interrupted her, and she felt her soul leaving her body. Pursing her lips, she turned her head to meet his daunting gaze.
She gulped down, staring at the way his eyes were drinking in her presence. Jenny flinched when he stretched his hand toward her and removed the tape from her lips. She sucked in a deep breath—she didn't know for how long she had been holding it.
