"Gideon! Are you insane? Don't do this to me, I hate it!" Freya shouted, her voice trembling as if she might cry, while Gideon secured her wrists with rope to the chair facing the bed.
"Shh. It won't be worse than you climaxing in the middle of the market in front of everyone," he whispered, gently stroking her hair as if to calm her down. It did the opposite. The moment he stepped back, her resistance only grew stronger.
She couldn't move at all. Every knife she had hidden in her clothes had already been taken by Summer. That damn sister of hers knew every single hiding spot.
"Summer! I'll scream and wake Mom or everyone in this motel!" she threatened.
Summer sat comfortably on the bed, her legs swinging in amusement. In her hand was a small black paddle Gideon had given her.
"Then scream. Mom won't wake up, and everyone here will just think you've lost your mind. I mean, we're not doing anything wrong right now, right?" she said, turning to Gideon for confirmation.
