Ashes (The Bleeding Hearts #3)

by Dylan Page

I could feel something smooth and soft gliding around my ankles, almost like a snake. If snakes bothered me, I would have been yelling at myself to wake up now, but they didn’t. So I kept lying where I was cuz I was comfy as hell. When the snake tightened a little too hard, though, I tried to roll over, but then I realized it was two snakes, and the little bastards had suddenly yanked my legs apart. I tried to close them, but the hold was firm. I felt two more loops around my wrists, and soon they were spreading up over my head, too. “What the fuck?”