Secrets and Servitude

TAMSIN'S POV

The soft, agonizing creak of the heavy master bedroom door swinging open jolts me upright. Terror freezes my blood, turning the veins in my neck to ice. The iron chains rattle against the dark wooden headboard as I shrink back against the pillows. I expect my father to walk through that frame. I expect Gareth to return, strip away the rest of my dignity, and force himself onto my bou