I woke up to a rowdy conversation upstairs. "Kai." Said the voice I recognized as Stanton my captor. "I would never make a move. I'm well aware of my boundaries." He said loosing his usual jovial tone. "She shifted for you!" Said a husky voice through gritted teeth. "You watched her clothes rip, you could have easily touched her milky skin or even witnessed the waist I haven't even touched!" "And for this reason I covered her with your sweatshirt." Stanton explained. I looked down at the grey sweatshirt that had brought me warmth and comfort, latching my small hands onto it. "Please K, just go see her. I saw her eyes when she came in here. She was petrified, I don't even think I've seen someone that skinny before." "Almost sickly." Sighed the other voice. Causing tears to well in my eyes. I knew I didn't look amazing after years of abuse but hearing it after all that has happened felt ten times worse. "Leave." Mumbled the voice. Henrietta is kidnapped by her cruel mate. Will there bond outlast his evil ways?