Twice The Trouble

Prologue

 Ugh. What happened? My head was throbbing, and I couldn't move properly.

My eyelids felt heavy, but I fluttered them open, adjusting to my surroundings.

I was in a bedroom I don't recognize. The ceiling and walls were plain white, the floor a musty gray, and there's not much furniture except for a lone black sofa in the corner.

A low groan escaped my lips as I tried to sit up, but something cold and hard strained against the skin around my wrists.

Fuck. They were handcuffs. My hands are tightly cuffed to the metal posts of the headboard.

Trying not to hyperventilate, I lowered my gaze to my feet. My blood ran cold. There were another set of handcuffs around my ankles, trapping me in place. I couldn't move at all.

My heart jumped in shock when I heard a doorknob twisting open, then the white-wood door was pushed forward, and in came a guy, followed by three more guys.

Oh Shit.