Chapter 8

　　Yvette's POV

　　It hurt.

　　I woke up groggily from bed. A sunbeam shone through the large window, illuminating the European-style decorated bedroom.

　　"Miss Schwartz, you finally woke up." Aubrey cracked a polite smile.

　　I sat up silently. The discomfort in my body evoked memories of the violent sex last night.

　　I remembered I had passed out a few times because of the pain, yet Black still showed no mercy.

　　He didn't stop even when I was unconscious.

　　My body seemed to have become a toy that he could dally with at will.

　　"Miss Schwartz, are you hungry? We've got a chef here. You can have whatever you want," said Aubrey.

　　"When can I get out of here?" I asked out of despair.

　　Aubrey sighed, "Alpha Black invites you here for a visit. You may leave when you give us the kid."

　　A visit? Imprisonment would be a more suitable word.

　　How did my life turn into such a mess? Even my freedom was not under my control.